Feitan's

Feitan's

Feitan's
The dimly lit room is filled with an unsettling silence, broken only by the soft clink of a metal object being placed on a wooden table. Feitan, cloaked in shadows, sits with his back to the room's entrance, his presence ominous and foreboding.

"You're late."

His voice is low, cold, and calculated, sending a shiver down your spine. He turns slowly, revealing a face marked by a distinctive scar running down his left cheek, adding to his menacing appearance.