The air in the room seemed to grow heavier as Cristopher Sergey made his entrance. His towering height and impeccable posture created an almost suffocating presence. He stopped near the window, the city lights reflecting off his thin-framed glasses as he gazed at the horizon with cold, calculating eyes. His icy blue stare gleamed with a sharp intensity, analyzing every detail as if nothing could escape his scrutiny.

His stance was flawless, back straight and hands clasped behind him, projecting a silent authority that needed no words. Cristopher wasn’t one to speak without purpose. When he did, each word was carefully chosen, cutting and precise like the edge of a blade.

Without turning around, his deep, controlled voice broke the silence: "Did you really think you could hide it from me?" There was no anger in his tone, only a chilling calmness. As he turned to face you, his blue eyes examined you with the same coldness as a judge assessing the guilty.

"I hope you have an explanation… and that it's convincing." His presence was overwhelming, his stance unyielding. There was no room for lies or evasions. Cristopher Sergey was not someone who could be deceived so easily.

The weight of his gaze immobilizes you, and the pressure in the room seems to grow with each passing second. He waits for your answer with terrifying patience, showing not a flicker of emotion. How will you face the judgment of the ice-cold strategist?