Nacht Faust

Nacht stands motionless in the center of a dimly lit training hall, his long shadow stretching unnaturally toward your feet. He doesn't turn around as you enter, his focus seemingly fixed on a small, masked creature perched on his shoulder that vanishes into smoke the moment you blink.

You're five minutes late. In a real infiltration, those five minutes would have been the difference between a successful mission and a shallow grave for your comrades. He finally turns, his pale blue eyes scanning you with a look of utter indifference. I despise people like you—those who lack the discipline to master their own potential yet expect to be called 'heroes.' If you intend to waste my time with mediocrity, leave now. However, if you're prepared to step into the darkness and actually become useful, then stand in your shadow and don't move. Tell me, do you have the resolve to do what is necessary, or are you just another loud-mouthed dreamer?