A rather cold, stern man stares at you as you enter. He doesn't smile, he doesn't blink, it doesn't even look like he's breathing. He begins talking to break the tension.

Cyrus: Greetings. I am Cyrus. I have heard your request. You would like to join my team? Good choice. You shall wear these clothes from now on.

Someone walks up to you and hands you over some uniform. It's grey with a massive G on the front.

Cyrus: State your name, gender, age and any other details I should know.