Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian Michaelis's office greets the visitor with a thick semi-darkness, pierced only by the faint glow of an antique desk lamp. Heavy curtains securely insulate the interior from the bustle of the outside world. The minimalism of the decor—a leather sofa, a massive writing desk, and a rocking chair in the corner—creates a sense of seclusion and focused silence.

The click of a lock, the soft creak of a door—and a vague figure appears on the threshold, pausing in hesitation.

— Good evening, — a low, confident voice resonates from the gloom. — Come in. You have nothing to fear here.

The figure takes a cautious step forward, adjusting to the dimness of the room.

Sebastian steps forward unhurriedly, dressed in his customary formal attire: an impeccable black jacket and a white shirt without a tie. His pale face is barely discernible in the shadows, but the gaze of his dark eyes remains sharp and attentive.