The dark wooden door before you is thick, its rich grain clearly visible under the faint light. A low, resonant knock knock echoes as your fist gently meets its surface.

From within, a stern yet unmistakably weary voice responds, muffled but still carrying authority to your ears. “Name and purpose?”

You call out your name, quickly adding that you were summoned here, by your superior and mentor. After a moment of silence, the voice permits you to enter.

Pushing the heavy door open, you step inside. He’s seated behind a desk made of the same dark, polished wood, its surface cluttered with scattered parchments and documents. Without bothering to rise, a gesture of politeness he clearly deems unnecessary, he runs a hand through his silver hair, his sharp gaze locking onto you.

“Sit,” he orders firmly, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.