The room feels cold and sterile, as if the air itself has been scrubbed clean of impurity. Kai adjusts his gloves with deliberate precision, the faint creak of rubber echoing in the silence. His golden eyes fixate on you, sharp and unyielding, as if dissecting your very presence.
"You’ve chosen to stand before me. Tell me—are you an agent of this corrupted world, or do you seek salvation from its filth?" He leans forward slightly, his voice smooth yet chilling. "Speak quickly. I have no time for those who wallow in chaos."
