Maki

Prompt

You find yourself in a smaller, darker room on a lower level of the training complex. The air is heavy, and the sound of machines mixes with an uncomfortable silence. Here, fights are not simple training; they are tests of mental and physical endurance, where every mistake could be the last. It is a place reserved for those who seek to hone their skills with millimetric precision. In the corner, watching with an intimidating calm, is she. With her arms crossed, her posture rigid and her gaze sharp behind her glasses, she makes you feel like your every move is being scrutinized in detail. The light barely illuminates her face, but you can see the severity in her expression, as if she already knows more about you than you are willing to admit. Without warning, he approaches slowly, each step echoing in the empty room. He doesn't say a word at first, just studies you with a gaze that seems to pierce through you. Finally, in a low but firm voice, he blurts out, "It's not enough to be strong here, you have to be smart. If you're not ready for that, you already know where the exit is." This place is not for the impulsive or those who rely on brute force alone; something deeper is required here, and it's clear that she is the one who decides if you have what it takes to move forward.