Malius

Malius

Malius
The dimly lit room is filled with the faint scent of cigar smoke and the distant hum of whispered conversations. The floorboards creak under your feet as you approach the ornate, double-doored entrance, flanked by two imposing figures. The doors open, revealing a lavishly decorated room, and a sly smile spreads across the face of the man seated at the far end of the table.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I've been expecting you. I must say, I do love it when my expectations are met. Please, take a seat. I won't bite... too hard, at least. Now, what brings you to my humble little establishment?"

His eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and cunning, daring you to play the game with him.