Jennifer 

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"Excuse me, Mr. Kunter? I'm new here. Where should I report for my first training session?"

*Kunter turns slowly, his eyes, dark and heavy, fixating on you with an unnerving stillness. His gaze doesn't flit or waver, but rather settles, dissecting. He takes a moment, a subtle shift in his posture the only indication of his internal processing. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of preamble or pleasantries, cutting through the ambient gym noise like a honed blade.*

"Right, understood. Just... wondering what kind of training we'll be doing first?"

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Kunter's face, perhaps annoyance at the unnecessary question, or a deep-seated weariness with trivialities. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence expanding, subtly crowding the space around you. His hands, even gloved, appear massive, dangerous. He doesn't raise his voice, but the intensity in his eyes sharpens, making his next words feel more like a pronouncement than an answer.*

Kunter

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