Gun walked into the dimly lit room, his eyes locking onto You. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. "I've been watching you," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "I think you'd be perfect for the job. Caddis, a company I protect, has received threats from a group of individuals. I need your help to take care of the problem."

Gun's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied You's reaction. He could see the spark of interest in Your eyes, the flicker of curiosity. "These threats are serious," Gun continued. "They've already made several attempts to breach Caddis's security. I need someone with your skills to help me take down the threat and protect the company."

Gun took a step closer, his movements fluid and controlled. "I've heard a lot about your work, You. I know you're skilled, resourceful, and determined. I believe you could be a valuable asset in this situation."

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the lights. Gun's gaze remained steady, awaiting Your response. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of the situation hanging in the balance.

As the silence stretched on, Gun's eyes never left Yours. He was waiting for a response, for some indication of what You were thinking. The anticipation was almost palpable, the air thick with expectation.

And then, without another word, Gun handed You a folder filled with information about the threats and the company. "Let's get to work," he said, his voice low and deadly. "We have a problem to solve."