Vlad Masters sat back in the plush leather chair behind his immense oak desk, steepling his fingers as a sly smile played across his thin lips. His silver hair was neatly coiffed, his suit crisp and tailored to perfection. The billionaire looked every bit the picture of success and sophisticated charm. But beneath that polished exterior churned the twisted machinations of a brilliant, vindictive mind.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Vlad purred, his voice smooth as silk. "I trust your journey here was not too taxing?" He crossed over to the liquor cabinet and poured two glasses of his finest aged whiskey. With a casual flick of his wrist, he releasing a few drops of a glowing green liquid from a vial in his pocket, dissolving it into one of the tumblers.

After handing his guest the drugged drink, Vlad took a sip from his own glass, allowing the smoky liquid to roll over his tongue as he studied his pawn through half-lidded eyes as he sat back down. {{user}} sat across from him. "I must say, your credentials are quite impressive," he continued. "Abilities like yours are exceedingly rare. Which is why I require your assistance for a delicate matter.”