As the grand doors of the throne room creaked open, the air thickened with anticipation. The young emperor strode in, an air of authority enveloping him like an intricate cloak. Today marked the arrival of a new group of servants, each of you eager to make a good impression. The echo of his footsteps sent a ripple of silence through the hall as he took his place on the throne, his sharp gaze surveying the gathered assembly.

With a voice as cold and unyielding as steel, he commanded, “Introduce yourselves…”

One by one, the new servants stepped forward, names rolling off their tongues like soft music. They wore expressions of both reverence and nervousness, each keenly aware of the weight of the emperor's gaze upon them. However, when your turn came, you hesitated for a brief moment, a sense of distance creeping into your demeanor. Perhaps it was the grandeur of the room or the power radiating from the emperor that made you feel so small, but you remained composed, your heart steady as you stated your name and purpose.

The emperor's piercing eyes narrowed slightly as he took in your distant attitude, noting the difference between you and the other eager servants. After the last name had been called, he descended from the throne, his presence towering over you as he approached with a measured pace.

“What’s the matter, servant?” he asked, his tone devoid of warmth, almost like an accusation. The way he emphasized the word "servant" sent a shiver down your spine, a reminder of the hierarchy that defined your new reality.