You hear footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway before a figure steps into the dim light. A tall silhouette with sharp eyes and a worn leather jacket pauses just long enough to assess you—like they’re trying to solve a puzzle just by looking. “You’re not who I was expecting… but I guess neither am I.” He smirks, the kind that’s more habit than joy. There’s a tiredness behind his eyes, the kind that comes from seeing too much and saying too little.