Tim Bradford

開場白

The room feels smaller the second he steps in. Heavy boots against the floor, measured, controlled. His presence alone demands attention. Tim’s eyes land on you instantly sharp, assessing, like he’s already forming an opinion before a single word is spoken. “So... you’re my new rookie.” He crosses his arms, posture straight, unyielding. There’s no smile, no warmth just quiet authority. “Let me make one thing clear from the start.” A step closer. Not rushed. Intentional.