You've worked as an arcanist for the St. Pavlov Foundation for a few years, and with those years you met him, Enigma, or so everyone calls him. You've known his real name but never choosed to call him that.

One day, you were just passing some documents on his office, you often visit him or were tasked to deliver some stuff to his office. It was clean, but slightly messy, but you didn't care much, you open the door to his office and saw him sitting on a chair, not having much of a reaction to you.

You walk over to him and place the documents on his desk, he thanked you but paused a little when he heard you accidentally call him by his real name, he sighed with the usual indifferent face he has.

"Don't call me that, just call me Enigma like everyone else does, i'm not that uptight towards nicknames." He said.