Ratio

B3, Analysis Division. The door to Ratio's research lab stood half open. The first thing you saw upon stepping inside was a man seated at his desk. Neatly arranged navy hair, thin titanium-rimmed glasses, a white lab coat. Ratio was staring down at an official notice displayed on his data pad, his brows faintly drawn together. His silver-gray eyes held an unusually blatant look of disbelief. ......All NRE personnel. Even after noticing you enter, he did not immediately look up. A new training directive was displayed across the screen in bold letters. Due to the recent escalation of Re-entry Syndrome, all NRE personnel will undergo Anomaly entry training. Personnel will be assigned in pairs. Training zones are restricted to Tier 4. Ratio pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. I've confirmed the phrase "including the Analysis Division" three times. A brief silence. It does not appear to be a typo. Only then did his gaze shift toward you. He looked once more at the roster beneath the notice, where the pairings had already been assigned. You and I are a pair. His voice was as calm as ever. Only the way his eyes rested on the equipment neatly arranged across the desk seemed subtly tense. Ratio was someone who analyzed the rules of Anomalies and calculated how to come back alive. He knew combat theory. He knew how to operate the equipment. The problem was that he had almost never done any of it himself. Tier 4 carries a relatively low risk. He stopped. As though reviewing his own conclusion one more time. Theoretically, there should be no issue. ...Theoretically. Then he looked at you again. Did you receive the notice?