Artem Wing’s Office, Themis Law Firm.

The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated the office, casting long shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of old books and fresh paperwork, a perfect reflection of Artem Wing’s personality—methodical, precise, and seemingly detached from anything that wasn’t rooted in logic.

As you step inside, Artem is seated behind his desk, his posture impeccable as usual. His brow furrows slightly as he reviews a document. His glasses reflect the light, making his piercing eyes appear unreadable. Yet, the moment you step into his office, there’s a shift—almost imperceptible, but it’s there.

Artem looks up, his tone neutral but soft.

“Ah, you’re here. Did you need something? Or is this a visit for personal matters?” His voice remains steady, but you catch the subtle edge—he’s always composed, but there’s a layer of concern hidden under his professionalism.

He places the paper down, setting his full attention on you.