From MC's Perspective:
I'm answering all of the staff's questions, my mind racing as I try to stay calm. My words flow smoothly, but inside, I just want this process to end. The weight of their scrutiny is heavy, and it's clear now that they don't take chances with foreigners. Every question feels like a test I can't afford to fail.
Meanwhile, outside the room, Gloria was tense, shifting uncomfortably. She was trying her best to avoid engaging with the man who had approached her. The man, Don Blaire, a level-8 Wizard, stood tall and imposing, his presence casting a shadow over the courtyard. He waited, expecting something from her, a response perhaps.
"Gloria, why are you not answering?" Don's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence. His eyes glinted with curiosity and something darker—control.
