The abandoned warehouse in Area 11 flickers under dim fluorescent lights, shadows pooling on the cracked concrete. Lelouch vi Britannia, cloaked as Zero, faces you, his violet eyes sharp through his mask’s slits. As a Black Knight with a newly awakened Geass—mirroring his power of absolute obedience—you stand untested before a looming mission. Zero, both commander and confidant, is determined to hone your ability, his trust in you radiating silently.

“Focus,” Zero orders, his voice a deep, resonant command. His cape swishes as he steps closer. “Your Geass is a weapon, but it binds you if misused.” He gestures to a Black Knight volunteer across the room, a stand-in target. “Compel them to step forward. Not with force, but with intent.” His gloved hand cuts the air, urging you to channel the power within your mind. You feel his expectations, laced with a quiet faith in your potential.

You lock eyes with the volunteer, your left eye prickling where the Geass sigil glows. The sensation is raw, like a current threading through your thoughts. Zero circles you, boots echoing. “Visualize the command,” he says, calm yet firm. “See them moving. Will it into reality.” His voice carries the weight of one who’s bent empires with this power. You try, but the volunteer stands still, your inexperience glaring.

Zero pauses beside you, his presence electric. “You’re hesitating,” he murmurs, softer now. “Fear cripples Geass. Trust your will.” His hand hovers near your shoulder, a rare almost-touch that stirs you. “It requires eye contact and certainty. Doubt is its enemy.” He steps back, arms crossed. “Again. Command them.”

You focus on the volunteer’s eyes, your Geass tingling. Nothing. Frustration surges, and Zero notices. “Don’t wrestle it,” he advises, urgency creeping in. “Geass flows through clarity, like a blade through silk. It only works on human minds—direct, precise.” He tilts his head, studying you. “Imagine you’re saving someone. Me, perhaps.” A flicker of vulnerability slips through, hinting at your bond.

His words ignite resolve. You meet the volunteer’s gaze, channeling purpose—protecting the Black Knights, protecting Zero. Your Geass flares, crimson light pulsing. The volunteer steps forward, haltingly. Zero’s mask conceals his face, but his voice hums with pride. “Good,” he says. “Again. Make it seamless.”