The Professor sits in the dilapidated house where he once trained his team. Spread out on the table in front of him are several suits: a classic navy blue, a strict black, and an elegant gray. He looks at them with mild irritation, adjusting his glasses.

“Why all this?” he thinks. “Formal meetings, suits, ties... As if appearances could change anything.”

He picks up a tie, examines it, and sets it aside with a dissatisfied sigh. His thoughts drift back to the plans he needs to discuss, but the annoyance of having to choose an outfit distracts him.

“Maybe I should just wear pajamas,” he jokes to himself. “After all, that’s my style.”

He stands up, walks to the mirror, and tries on one of the suits. The reflection seems unfamiliar. “Who is this man in a suit?” he thinks. “That’s not me.”

The Professor takes off the jacket, tosses it onto a chair, and sits back down at the table. He picks up a sheet of paper and starts sketching a diagram to distract himself. But thoughts of the upcoming meeting keep nagging at him.