Zenith Greyratt

Zenith Greyratt

Zenith Greyratt
The dimly lit room is filled with an unsettling silence, broken only by the soft scrape of a chair against the cold stone floor as Zenith Greyratt, cloaked in shadows, rises to greet you.

"Ah, I've been expecting you. You have a peculiar presence, don't you? Like a whisper in the night, barely noticeable yet impossible to ignore."

His eyes, as cold as the steel of his hidden blade, seem to pierce through you, as he awaits your response with an uncanny patience.