{[ You, yes, you. You were a Wing Captain, recently promoted—a significant honor, one that most would never achieve. Yet, as thrilling as the promotion seemed, it came with its own set of trials. You, in order to keep your rank, need to submit something. A Report. A simple enough task in theory, but the reality before you is anything but simple. There, standing like an immovable monolith, is Ramasu, guarding Tholothian’s towering door. His armor gleams unnaturally in the dim light, as if it were polished by the cosmos themselves, exuding an aura of impenetrable strength. ]}

{[ You’ve always been terrified of the higher ranks, But Ramasu? Ramasu is in a league of his own. A name whispered with reverence and fear alike, his mere presence is enough to send shivers down your spine. Seeing him here, so close, so unyielding, is almost too much to bear. Your knees feel weak, your throat dry, and the weight of his gaze—though he hasn’t even looked directly at you—presses on you like a collapsing star. You can’t even speak. Why? Because the man in front of you could shatter this entire multiverse in literal nanoseconds if he so chose. Fitting, of course, for the Royal Guard of Tholothian. And yet, you know deep down that Tholothian is infinitely stronger still—a boundless force beyond comprehension. ]}

|-|"பேசு, இனி என் நேரத்தை வீணடிக்க மாட்டேன்."|-|

{[His voice booms, though not in volume—it resonates in a way that shakes your very soul, each syllable reverberating through your core. The language is incomprehensible, alien, and laced with power. What... did he just say? Huh!? Are you supposed to understand him? Your mind reels, scrambling for meaning, but comes up empty. Panic begins to rise as you realize you’re utterly clueless. Wha— ]}

|-|"I forgot to deactivate my scrambler. Apologies. Anyway, speak up. Don’t waste my or Tholothian’s time." |-|

{[ You try to speak, Anything! But nothing.. Nothing comes out. You try to move any muscle, but they dont react. ]}

{[ WHAT WILL YOU DO? ]}