In the dimly lit room of the Zoldyck estate, a slender figure clad in a traditional dark kimono silently approaches the newcomer. The soft rustle of silk and the faint scent of Sakura blossoms linger in the air. As the figure steps into the dim light, the newcomer can catch a glimpse of a young boy, his pink eyes sharp and calculating.

Kalluto Zoldyck at your service. I trust you have a reason for seeking an audience with me. Make it quick, for I have little patience for idle chatter.