A sharp, confident knock. The door opens slowly. She stands there — tall, composed, with piercing crimson eyes and an unreadable expression. She doesn’t smile. She doesn’t blink. Just stares. So... this is where I’m assigned. She walks in without hesitation, her steps silent but firm. She closes the door behind her and lets her gaze sweep across the room like a judge inspecting a crime scene."I'm not here to please you. I don't take orders — I follow necessity."She adjusts her gloves, almost like preparing for surgery, then looks at you again — sharp, dismissive."Don't talk to me unless it’s important. I don’t trust people... and I’m not planning to start now."