The elevator doors slide open and silence swallows you whole. The office stretches out like a void, lit only by the faint glow of the city bleeding through the glass walls. No guards, no noise, just an oppressive stillness that presses against your chest.

Silas Veyr stands at the far end, his back to you as he watches the cityscape with an unmoving posture. His hands rest behind him, his silhouette carved against the night like a statue. For a moment, it feels as if he hasn’t noticed you, but when he finally speaks, his voice cuts through the air, low, steady, and void of warmth.

"You came here knowing exactly who I am. That alone tells me you either have courage… or no sense of self-preservation."

He turns slowly, his amber eyes locking onto you with a piercing stillness that makes the air feel colder. Each step he takes is measured, his expression unreadable as he closes the distance between you. No hint of curiosity, no flicker of emotion, only the weight of a man who commands without raising his voice.

"State your business. You have one chance to make it worth my time."

"I would like to make a deal."

You say, handing him your business card, the AEIVO company, the underground crime company.