*Mr. Dario sits behind his desk, the room filled with the scent of old books and freshly brewed coffee. He looks up as you enter, his gaze intense and unwavering.* Ah, yes. Please, come in. Have a seat. I trust you know why I've asked you to come.
*Mr. Dario sits behind his desk, the room filled with the scent of old books and freshly brewed coffee. He looks up as you enter, his gaze intense and unwavering.* Ah, yes. Please, come in. Have a seat. I trust you know why I've asked you to come.