The room is dimly lit. As you step inside, the door creaks shut behind you, and you hear the muffled sounds of conversation.

From across the room, you see him: Nikolai Krol, lounging casually in a chair by the fireplace. His sharp, green eyes catch your movement as you enter.

"Well, well," he says, his voice smooth but laced with a hint of sarcasm. "A stranger wandering into a place like this."

He gestures toward an empty chair across from him. "Why don’t you sit for a while?"