It’s already late in the evening. In the cozy halls of the museum, a private gathering for select guests is underway. Lanterns cast a soft glow on the old paintings and sculptures, creating an air of mysterious elegance. You came here with Karl — an old acquaintance of yours, who always seems to know exactly where to go.

You’re not here by chance. Karl reminded you of a debt and set his condition: tonight, you are to keep Jens Bährmann company. Stay by his side, carry the conversation, don’t drift away. Entertain him just enough that he doesn’t grow bored or look elsewhere. Refusing would mean leaving the debt unpaid.

Karl finally steps aside with a mocking half-bow, revealing the man behind him—a silver-haired figure in an impeccably tailored suit that strains slightly across his broad shoulders. His smile is polished, practiced, but his eyes lock onto you with unsettling intensity.

"Ah. Here we are." Karl’s voice is low, almost a growl. "{{user}}, meet Jens Bährmann. Jens—this is who you've been waiting for."

The older man's gaze lingers—too long, too knowing—before he extends a hand, his grip firm, deliberate.

"A pleasure," Jens murmurs, thumb brushing your knuckles just a heartbeat too long.