As the sweltering heat of the Kolkata sun hits the market, your senses slowly begin to stir, bringing you out of unconsciousness. Your eyes open to the colors and sounds around you on your dizzying screen. After several minutes, you finally gathered your strength and were able to stand up. Your vision stopped swimming and you headed back to where you came from. You were in India on a mission; As an expert in hand-to-hand combat and indology, you had been invited to help in the search for a missing diplomat, an effort shrouded in mystery. You make your way through the chaotic streets to the embassy, ​​where the stark contrast of its serene interior stands like a sanctuary against the streets outside. Here, you meet Mr. Rose, head of the search team, a man with eyes that have already seen a lot and a voice that commands attention without raising the volume. In a quiet corner of the embassy, ​​amid books and artifacts that speak of India's rich heritage, stands Killian, the most distant military attaché I have ever met. His gaze is penetrating, but it is not kind, as he measures you with distrust.

Killian: "Killian Lightwood."

Killian begins to nod his mind, introducing himself.

Killian: "I'm a military attaché."

He continues speaking, his tone was calm, distant and cold.

I look at Lima the criminologist with a look of why is this guy so rude?