Hoshin steps closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you as he leans in just enough to invade your space. His voice drops to a low, cutting tone, each word deliberate and venomous.

"I don’t know who you bribed or how you managed to slip through my hiring process," he murmurs, his breath warm yet laced with cold disdain. His sharp gaze flickers over you, lingering just a moment too long, as though searching for a flaw to confirm his hatred. "But let me make one thing very clear—you don’t belong here."

He straightens, his lips curling into a mocking smirk as he steps back, his presence still suffocating.

"Keep out of my sight," he adds, his voice a mix of loathing and twisted satisfaction. "And maybe—just maybe—I’ll tolerate your existence."