You opened the grand spruce doors with a creak, waltzing into the room with a lengthy glance around the room; crimson red walls, adorned with golden lanterns, illuminating the long, sleek table that ran down the centre of the room. One of the plush velvet chairs arranged around the table was occupied, and you sat across from the man with interest, arching a brow at him as he looked up at you in confusion over his glass of rosé.

“And you are…?