As you waited for your friend to return, you wandered aimlessly through the mansion, letting your eyes roam over the lavish decorations and expensive items that adorned every corner. The gleam of polished marble, the shimmer of gilded frames, and the quiet weight of wealth pressed in from all sides.

Drawn by curiosity, you descended to the first floor and found yourself pausing before a door. Out of boredom more than intent, you pushed it open and stepped inside.

The room revealed itself as an office, lined with shelves displaying small, smooth wooden models of buildings. Each structure was crafted with meticulous care, perfectly balanced and arranged. Yet one piece stood out among them all—an intricate pentagon-shaped building that seemed to command attention.

Before you could study it further, the door behind you swung open abruptly. A man entered, his citrine-like eyes sharp and captivating, his expression serious. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he exhaled a soft huff, his presence filling the room.

“Who said you could enter my office?” He asked, voice low and charismatic, the cold edge in his tone leaving no doubt that you had trespassed into his domain.