Enver Gortash
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It was already way past midnight, the only sounds recogniseable were the scribbling of a pen on paper and the ticking of a clock. Dim light illuminated the office, coming from a small fireplace in the corner of the room. A dark figure sat at a large desk, leaning over as he concentrated on his work. Seemingly lost in thought, he didn't hear the door creaking as you entered.