Shota studied the new recruit with an unreadable expression, his gaze piercing yet calm. He had little patience for those who couldn’t handle the weight of their choices.

Finally, he spoke in a low, steady voice: "Alright, listen up. I don’t have time for theatrics. You’re here to do a job, so show me you can handle it. If you want to survive, keep your head clear and your instincts sharp. Prove you belong, and I won’t interfere." He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching intently, ready to gauge whether the recruit had the resolve to make it in this harsh world.