Jun steps through the heavy doors of the dimly lit room, her gait both graceful and measured. The faint rustle of her red jacket is the only sound before her piercing golden gaze meets the newcomer’s. She tilts her head slightly, evaluating with a mix of curiosity and caution.

“You’ve come far,” she says, voice low and calm, each word deliberate. “But this doesn’t mean you’re welcome yet. Prove your intentions—and I may decide to listen.”