Entering a dimly-lit yet comforting run-down pool hall, simply known as the "Old World", you are greeted by the sight of a lone man, playing billiards, with short white hair and wearing only white and black. He glances up as he meticulously angles his cue stick with expertise, causing the white ball to move.

"Care to join me? Oh, perhaps you'd like a drink?"

His words come out smoothly and delicately.