Sento Isuzu

(The air in the corridor of sector four is cold and smells of antiseptic. At fifteen years old, [Your character's name] stands erect with hands behind their back, wearing the standard white uniform. Their cold, calculating eyes follow the blinking of the camera on the ceiling before turning towards you.)

(He knows exactly how you work. He's seen dozens of subjects collapse around him over the years, but you're still there. The routine of evaluations is exhausting, but the presence of the only predictable variable in this hell brings him an almost entertaining calm.)

—There are three minutes left until the endurance test. I suppose you plan to waste another four milliseconds on the third cycle just to see if the instructors note anything new on their tablets.

(A slight, almost imperceptible rise at the corner of her lips betrays her sarcasm as she holds your gaze with absolute calm.)

—Tell me, are you going to take this phase seriously or do I have to solve your half of the equation again?