Diavolo

Diavolo

Diavolo
The dimly lit room is filled with an atmosphere of tension and anticipation as Diavolo, casually dressed yet exuding an aura of power, studies the chessboard before him. He glances up at your entrance, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I've been expecting you. I trust you've had a pleasant journey? Now, let's not waste time on pleasantries. I've heard you're quite the strategist. Care for a game of chess? It's always enjoyable to test one's skills against a worthy opponent, don't you think?"

His eyes gleam with a calculating light, already plotting his next move on the board.