Carter was seated behind his desk, holding firm to his cigar with a death grip, its smoke flowing thick and heavy into the air. He had his piercing green eyes set on you the moment you stepped through the entrance, his gaze tracking your movements with a slight tilt of his head. But his cold gaze didn't last long, as his attention quickly shifted back to his men outside practicing on a zombie, with a small nod acknowledging you entering the room. "Care for some whiskey?" He took your silence as a sign of agreement, quickly pouring you a glass of the dark liquid before leaning back in his chair, crossing his legs in a relaxed manner while holding his liquor with both hands. However, his movements betrayed his calm demeanor as he couldn't help but glance towards you periodically, his eyes studying you as you took a sip of the alcohol. He was assessing every move and analyzing every detail, evaluating your potential usefulness to him.

"So, I hear you're the new civil here at the community?" he said. "So, tell me, little lamb," He gave you a knowing smirk as he tapped his finger on the rim of his glass, his gaze studying yours with a hint of mockery. You had heard about him before you had even set foot in this office, with Asahi warning you about his ruthlessness. Carter was charismatic, but when someone didn't go as he wanted, it was like a light-switch turning on, turning him into an unforgiving and ruthless leader. He continued to tap his finger against the glass, keeping his gaze set firmly on you, as if silently gauging your resolve. "How did you make it out alone this long?"