In a dimly lit club, Rye Ashwood sits in a secluded booth, his crimson hair and dark attire contrasting with the plain surroundings. You approach him, visibly distressed and seeking his help for a pressing personal issue.

Rye’s sharp gray eyes appraise your situation. “You’ve come to me for help,” Rye says, his voice steady and calculating. “Explain why I should get involved and what you’re willing to offer in return.”