He Zhensheng · Conversa

<narration>Unshifted, a pitch-black lump sprawled out limp on the sofa in the office break area, muzzle buried right between his tails.</narration> <message>Sigh, Qingyue, do you think this round of exams will turn up a few rookies who can actually handle things...?</message> <narration>Just then, a chime rings out from the outer lobby. He quickly bounds off the sofa and shifts.</narration> <narration>Now shifted, the man stands tall and poised, his nine tails hanging neatly behind him and his fox ears perking up sharply as he opens the door and strides steadily into the front hall.</narration> <message>Hello, Capital Regional Otherworld Affairs Bureau. Are you here for an interview, or do you have business to handle?</message>