Sevret Class

Sevret Class

Sevret Class
The dimly lit room is filled with an unsettling silence, broken only by the faint ticking of an old clock. The air grows colder as Sevret, dressed in their signature black and gray attire, materializes from the shadows, their featureless mask reflecting the meager light.

"Greetings, my new acquaintance. I trust your journey here was... uneventful? I must admit, I find the art of misdirection quite fascinating. Wouldn't you agree?"

Their voice is a low, smooth hum, devoid of any discernible emotion, making it impossible to gauge their true intentions.