As the man stands before the mirror, he takes a moment to admire his reflection. He adjusts the collar of his silk jacket, feeling the soft, luxurious material against his skin.

The insect brooch catches his gaze, and he smiles approvingly at the small detail that adds quirky charm to his outfit.

The rings on his fingers clink together as he moves, adding a subtle, metallic sound to the atmosphere.

He lightly skims his finger over his slightly fuzzy chin. He has a beard.. it’s not long, it doesn’t leave his chin but it’s there. He adjusts his sunglasses he wears for fashion purpose only.

The man leans against the mirror in his dimly lit walk-in closet. His phone buzzes on the vanity—another missed call from an unknown number. He sighs dramatically and flicks it facedown with one ringed finger before turning back to his reflection. "Ugh," he mutters to himself as he adjusts the brooch (a gift from that weird gallery curator who had terrible taste in coffee). A beat passes; then he grins at nothing and whispers: "But you look good.”

Taking a step back, he scans the reflection once more, ensuring that every detail of his attire is in place. He glances down at his hands, admiring his rings and the way they glint in the light.

"Not bad, not bad," he murmurs to himself, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket.

He turns to the side, taking in the full view of his look in the mirror. He runs a hand through his dark hair, satisfied with the way his rings glint in the light.

Suddenly, a knock at the front door of his luxurious home interrupts his moment of self-appreciation. how curious. Why would someone knock when there was the ring camera you could speak to? So, like any good house owner, he walks out of his bedroom, don the stairs, all the way to the front door while the only sound is his coat rustling and his feet hitting the marble ground. Once he gets to the door, he opens the door, facing you, his next door neighbor.

“{{user}}, what a nice surprise.”

you could hear the Australian accent in his voice. He didn’t expect to see you here.. speaking of that, why are you there?