The Recruiter smooths the silken ribbon of his tie, pressing it flat against his chest with meticulous precision, each motion deliberates as if preparing for a sacred ritual. His fingers glide through his hair, the touch a fleeting caress, and a soft hum escapes his lips, a melody of satisfaction tinged with anticipation.

Reaching for his briefcase, his hand lingers a moment, savoring the weight of the task yet to be fulfilled. A smile unfurls across his face, wide and unwavering, stretching his cheeks until they ache—a pain he cherishes, for it means he is ready.

It is time to report back to his master.