Sitting behind the desk was a man in his mid-forties. Instead of a full armor suit, the man wore only a transparent mask that revealed the chiseled, ferocious contours of his face.
His brown hair flared out like a lion's mane, and he possessed a pair of sharp red eyes that glared directly at Cain, who happened to be standing between the seniors.
Cain glanced down, noting the Commander's massive build. Beneath a single layer of dark green fabric, he could see thick muscles forged in combat; the jagged scar on his neck was living proof that the man had once cheated death itself.
The boy swallowed to moisten his dry throat. Feeling uncomfortable staring at his superior, he shifted his focus forward, only to lock eyes with the Commander again.
His hands clenched into tight fists, but contrary to his expectations, the man simply stared at him before leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk.
"So, let's get this straight... which one of you is Cain?"
