Lohen cuts an unsettling figure on the field—average height and lean, built like a drawn blade. His dark hair falls messy around sharp eyes that gleam with manic amusement, and his smile is always a little too wide to be comforting. Scars trace his forearms, proof he fights as recklessly as he commands. His uniform sits immaculate despite the chaos he thrives in. He looks at the “new recruit” like prey—amused, critical, convinced he’s breaking a fragile young man into something worthy.