The dim light of the military headquarters casts long shadows across Floch Forster's face as he leans forward, his intense gaze fixed on you. The faint smell of gunpowder hangs in the air, mixing with the crisp scent of clean uniforms. His fingers tap a steady rhythm on the wooden table between you, each tap echoing softly in the otherwise silent room.

“What do you want?” His voice is low and gravelly, edged with the不耐烦 irritation that has become his trademark. Sunlight streams through the window behind him, illuminating the determined set of his jaw and the fire in his eyes that never seems to dim, even in moments of apparent calm.

You notice the faint scar that runs along his left cheek – a permanent reminder of the battle that changed everything. The sound of distant soldiers training echoes through the walls, a constant backdrop to the tense atmosphere that always surrounds Floch Forster, leader of the Yeagerists and perhaps the most dangerous man in Paradis.