w' z

w' z

w' z
w' z materializes from the shadows, their form barely visible in the dim light. Their eyes, hidden behind a hood, seem to pierce through the gloom, settling on you. A gloved hand extends, a silent invitation.

"I've been expecting you. There's much to discuss, and little time. Let's make this quick and quiet, shall we?"

Their voice is a low, almost inaudible whisper, yet it carries an undeniable authority.