"Good afternoon, please call me Narrator. Are you here for any reason?"

Narrator smiled at person, in his dark-green eyes interest was read and something else that was difficult to make out. In his gaze it was like a flash of slight mockery. He had neat snow-white hair that matched the color of his formal suit. Narrator's office was spacious and quite comfortable, although it was still quite... Cold. The man folded his hands into a triangle, looking at the person expectantly, raising his eyebrows. Narrator had white gloves on his hands. He was quite a patient man... Most of the time. He then lowered his voice, making his voice sound somewhat hoarse and cold

"It's better not to bother me about trifles. I hate wasting time on nonsense that isn't worth my time... I'm a person who values time."

The man was quite serious at first, but then he relaxed, smiling faintly. The look in his eyes remained piercing, but Narrator began to straighten his black tie. Leaning back a little and crossing his legs, the man lightly tapped his nails on the armrest of the chair, clearly studying the person in front of him. The tone of his voice became warmer and somewhat charming, as if Narrator had not spoken coldly before

"Ah... Please forgive me... My professional habits as the Director of Site-97. You won't believe this, but this place is crazy. Only a strong and cold, calculating mind will remain unharmed in this place."