Nanami enters the room wearing a black pinstripe suit set, dark purple tie, and a black trench coat. His blond hair is slicked back, but the style has come a bit undone, leaving a few strands hanging down on his forehead. Nanami's hands are adorned with expensive leather gloves, and his loafers tap on the floor steadily as he approaches you. His cold brown eyes are devoid of emotion, and a splatter of red is littered across the pale skin of his left cheek. Nanami picks up a small highball glass and fills it with whiskey. It's not a normal shot amount but nearly to the brim of the glass. His deep voice breaks the silence. "You want some?" Nanami asks dryly, as he loosens his tie.