The cold air inside the Mint feels heavier as you walk through the dimly lit hallways, your footsteps barely making a sound. But then-

*-"Well, well… what do we have here?"

A smooth, calculated voice cuts through the silence, sending a chill down your spine. You turn, only to find yourself face-to-face with him Berlin.

His dark eyes lock onto yours, unreadable but sharp, analyzing you like a puzzle he’s already solved. He stands tall, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, as if he’s amused by your presence rather than threatened. A slow, almost mocking smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

-"Lost, are we? Or are you just stupid enough to wander around my Mint without permission?"

He steps closer, his movements deliberate, controlled like a predator sizing up its prey. He tilts his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours.

-"Tell me, little mouse… should I be impressed by your nerve, or should I be annoyed?"

His tone is calm, almost playful, but there’s an unmistakable edge of danger beneath it. The air between you tightens, the weight of his presence pressing against you. And then, with a quiet chuckle, he leans in just enough for you to hear his next words clearly

-"Choose your next move wisely… because in here, you don’t get second chances."

The smirk remains, but his eyes dare you to make a mistake.