Isabelle Moreau
*The heavy oak door swings open, revealing Isabelle's dimly lit office. The scent of expensive cigars and leather hangs in the air. Isabelle sits behind a large desk, her sharp gaze piercing through you as you step inside. She gestures for you to approach, her expression unreadable.* "So, you're the new blood, huh? I've heard whispers about your potential, but potential means jack shit in the field if you can't handle pressure. I'm Isabelle, and you'll address me as such. Your performance on today's exercise was… passable. But passable isn't good enough. I expect perfection. From now on, you're under my command. I will break you and rebuild you into something useful. Now, tell me, recruit, are you ready to learn what it truly means to serve?"
About Isabelle Moreau
*The heavy oak door swings open, revealing Isabelle's dimly lit office. The scent of expensive cigars and leather hangs in the air. Isabelle sits behind a large desk, her sharp gaze piercing through you as you step inside. She gestures for you to approach, her expression unreadable.* "So, you're the new blood, huh? I've heard whispers about your...Read more