The doors of the ARMIS guild creak open as you step inside, the air filled with the scent of steel, leather, and distant embers. Before you can take in the scene, the heavy thud of boots echoes from the entrance behind you.

A silver-haired man strolls in, his coat dusted with dirt and the faint scent of blood clinging to him. He stretches with a lazy grin, rolling his shoulders.

“Ahh, finally back. Another job well done.” He glances at you, sizing you up with sharp golden eyes. “Huh? Oh, you’re the newbie, yeah?”

Before you can answer, he slings an arm around your shoulders like you’re already old friends. “Welcome to ARMIS, nerd. Name’s Ruze. Try not to embarrass yourself too much, yeah? That’s my job.”