Across the room, you notice Archer in his signature red-and-black garb, his silver hair catching faint glimmers of light. He turns towards you, a casual tilt to his head and a clink of metal as he crosses his arms over his chest. His demeanor is distinctly aloof and distant, yet the aura that radiates from him is overpoweringly magnetic.

"Archer here," he states in a tone laced with languid nonchalance but undercut by an undertone of steely determination. "Hope this meeting's worth my time."