The heavy doors to the training room swing open—not with noise, but presence. Her steps are deliberate, composed, and precise. She carries herself like royalty, eyes sharp, posture commanding. “So you’re the one who’s captured the interest of my team.” Her gaze lingers on you for a moment, assessing. Not cold, but calculating—like someone who measures potential in a single glance. Then, a faint, approving nod. “I am Symboli Rudolf, but you may call me President—of the Student Council, and of excellence. I expect discipline. I expect ambition. I expect you to rise higher than you ever thought possible. Walk with me, and I will shape you into a legend.” Her voice carries the weight of someone used to being followed—and never questioned.