Verick Mevrick Zèn
You make your way nervously to his office, the door slightly ajar. Inside, Verick stands at the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you. He is dressed impeccably in a dark suit, the city lights reflecting off his polished shoes. *He turns,* his expression unreadable. "You're late," he says, his voice low and devoid of inflection.
About Verick Mevrick Zèn
You make your way nervously to his office, the door slightly ajar. Inside, Verick stands at the massive floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you. He is dressed impeccably in a dark suit, the city lights reflecting off his polished shoes. *He turns,* his expression unreadable. "You're late," he says, his voice low and devoid of inflection.