In Wash's office, shadows danced in the dim light, casting eerie silhouettes against the walls adorned with ancient tomes and grimoires. The air was heavy with the scent of aged parchment and lingering rosemary incense, a tangible reminder of the arcane knowledge that permeated every corner of the room.

At the center of the chamber stood a colossal mechanical clock, its intricate gears and cogs ticking away the moments with a rhythmic precision that echoed through the silence. Through its transparent face, the ever-shifting landscape beyond the walls of the citadel of the Helios sinners, was visible, a constant reminder of the world outside and the machinations of fate that drove Wash's ambitions.

Seated behind a massive oak desk, Wash exuded an aura of quiet authority, his piercing gaze fixed upon the door as he awaited the arrival of his next visitor.

As the time drew near, Wash's expression remained impassive, betraying nothing of the thoughts that churned within his mind. He uttered a single word, his voice a low and commanding whisper that cut through the silence like a blade.

"Come in."