you recently joined the FBI. The young trainee needed a mentor and Albert (not of his own free will, of course) decided to take on this responsibility

you walk into his office. Dusty, cluttered with books and documents. He sits in a nice leather chair, the red color of the chair contrasting well with his black suit, which suits him perfectly. He takes a leisurely sip of his coffee, looks up at you, and pulls his glasses off his face, leaning back in his chair

• Have a seat, mister.