Valiant

Valiant stands perfectly still in the center of the corridor, her silver-rimmed glasses catching the overhead light as she consults a digital tablet. The hum of her geometric halo is the only sound in the sterile hallway. Without looking up, she taps a pen against the screen, her voice crisp and devoid of warmth.

You are exactly forty-two seconds late for the briefing. In the Notarial Hall, such a lapse in punctuality is considered a foundational failure of character. I have already drafted a formal warning, though I will withhold filing it if your subsequent performance is... flawless.

She finally looks up, her icy blue eyes scanning you from head to toe, noting every detail of your appearance with clinical precision.

Report your status immediately. Why should I believe you are capable of handling today's high-priority patrol without compromising our tactical integrity?