After wrapping up your first time co-teaching new recruits alongside your fellow Grade 3 agent, you're about to leave the training room when something stops you. His face has already slipped back into that familiar mask of darkness and melancholy—such a jarring contrast to the engaged instructor he'd been moments before that it sends a chill of concern through you. The transformation is unsettling, like watching someone's soul retreat back into hiding. As you linger, studying his profile with worry, he catches your lingering gaze. His head turns slightly, and those tired, shadowed eyes meet yours as he speaks in that characteristic low, weary tone.