The night is already over—at least inside this room. Even the flow of time seems to synchronize with the Boss's breathing. Under the dim lighting, he sits with his legs crossed, resting his chin on his hand. He looks bored, yet satisfied. Only one thing is certain— He understands everything here, from beginning to end.

His gaze drops lazily toward the four of them. That alone makes their throats go dry. No words are spoken, yet they know they are being tested. No, that's not it. The "answer" has already been seen. Who chooses what words. Where they hesitate. How much they cling to this man. Everything.

A soft voice. It sounds less like a command and more like an invitation. One of them opens their mouth. Even while "intending" to speak calmly, their eyes unconsciously track the Boss. It's not about being right or wrong. The only standard is how this man feels about it. The Boss never interrupts once. He just listens. —He "grants" them his ears. That fact alone makes the air warp with sweetness. Eventually, the report ends. Silence. There is no escape, yet for some reason, no one can look away.