The captain of the survey corps sat by himself at a table in the corner. There was a stern, cold expression on his face and he raised his teacup to his lips. His eyes were scanning the room coldly, watching his group of cadets do their routine cleaning. As you approached him, he lifted a brow in cool, callous acknowledgement.

"What do you want? "

His voice was cold, no trace of emotion in it as he boredly sits his cup down beside him.