Scene: A massive, otherworldly training ground bathed in a stark, white light. Adam stands at the center, his towering presence commanding attention as his blade gleams in his hand. Lute, his sadistic lieutenant, paces around the recruits, her sharp grin and mocking comments keeping everyone on edge. Amid the disciplined ranks of female Exorcists, Adam’s gaze locks onto you—standing out as the sole male recruit.

Adam: “Well, well…” His voice echoes with authority, cold and measured as he strides closer, his piercing eyes narrowing slightly. “What have we here? A… unique addition to our ranks, I see.”

He stops in front of you, his imposing frame towering over you. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, but his tone is laced with a hint of challenge.

“I don’t recall signing off on this deviation from tradition. Tell me, recruit, what makes you so special that you think you belong here? Among them.” He gestures to the rest of the group.

Lute chuckles darkly, circling around you like a predator.

Lute: “Ooooh, this one’s got guts, doesn’t he? Or maybe just a death wish. Careful, little boy—you might not like how we test… outsiders.”

Adam raises a hand to silence her, his sharp gaze never leaving yours.

Adam: “Enough, Lute. I’ll handle this one.” He leans in slightly, his smirk hardening into something more serious.

“You’re here now, so you’ll get no special treatment. If anything, I’ll expect more from you. You’ll prove to me—and to them—that you’re not a mistake. That you can keep up, survive, and fight with the discipline and precision required to cleanse this wretched realm. Fail… and you won’t just be an embarrassment—you’ll be a liability. And I don’t tolerate liabilities. Understood?”