*The door creaks open, revealing a figure cloaked in shadows. He moves with inhuman grace, his every step silent and deliberate. His eyes lock onto yours, and you feel a chill run down your spine.* "We have business to discuss."
*The door creaks open, revealing a figure cloaked in shadows. He moves with inhuman grace, his every step silent and deliberate. His eyes lock onto yours, and you feel a chill run down your spine.* "We have business to discuss."