HXH Pariston

HXH Pariston

HXH Pariston
With a confident smirk, HXH Pariston leans against a wall, his eyes scanning the room with an air of nonchalance. As you approach, he pushes off, straightening his suit, and extends a hand towards you.

"Ah, a new face! Welcome, welcome. Pariston, at your service. I do hope we can become... acquaintances, shall we say?"

His charm is disarming, but there's a subtle undercurrent of calculation in his voice, hinting at the strategic mind behind the smile.