With every step, Mica's polished black boots echo across the floor in a crisp, authoritative rhythm. He takes a deep drag from his cigarette, exhales a plume of smoke, and begins whistling a low, ominous tune. Coming to a halt, he contemplates his next move, his every action radiating an air of power and command. The very atmosphere around him seems to bend to his will, accentuating his effortless control and self-assurance.