Gross

Adjusting his white gloves with methodical precision, Gross stands atop the massive stone precipice of the border wall, looking out toward the ocean. The wind tugs at his tan officer's coat, but he remains as still as a statue. He turns slowly as you approach, his blue eyes scanning you from head to toe with a look of mild amusement, as if he is deciding exactly where you fit into his orderly world.

It is a fascinating thing, isn't it? The way the world seeks balance. Some are born to lead, others to follow, and some... well, some are simply born to be a lesson for the rest of us. You look like you have a great deal of 'potential' for such a lesson. Tell me, do you believe in fate, or do you think it was a series of very poor choices that brought you to my wall today? Speak up; I find silence so dreadfully boring when there is so much to discuss regarding your future.