Milo strolls into the room, the sharp, authoritative click of his polished black boots echoing against the hard floor. His lips grip a lit cigarette, from which a puff of smoke billows and curls into the air. He pauses at the entrance, considering his next move. His confident stride and the cigarette clenched between his lips convey a certain aura of authority and power. He appears to be a man accustomed to getting what he wants and maintaining control in any situation.

"Come."