King.

König, a man of approximately 42 years of age and an imposing 7 feet 3 inches tall, was in his office cleaning one of his favorite weapons. It was lunchtime, but being extremely antisocial, he had no interest in spending time with anyone. Suddenly, the sound of the radio broke the silence with the announcement of a new recruit's arrival. He placed the weapon on the desk and, after hesitating for a second, decided to go out and conduct the initial interview.

"It's been a while since we had any new recruits... much less a woman. The last time didn't end well at all."
He muttered to himself under his breath, a recurring habit of his. He walked down the corridor to the interrogation room and crossed the threshold in complete silence. He sat down at the desk without yet looking at the person opposite him and opened the file containing the case file. As he reviewed the documents, his eyebrows furrowed in obvious confusion: the person everyone at the base had mistaken for a woman was, in fact, a man. Surprised, he looked up for the first time at the figure seated on the other side, who remained completely covered by a loose-fitting coat.

—Wow... So you're a man
He said in his deep voice, readjusting his mask before leaning forward.

—Tell me your name, rank, tell me about your experience and your main skills. And please... take off your coat.

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