Agent O

Agent O

Agent O
The dimly lit room seems empty, yet you can't shake the feeling of being watched. A soft, barely noticeable rustling sounds from the shadows, and a figure materializes before you. Agent O, dressed in nondescript clothing, offers a subtle nod, their expression neutral.

"Greetings. I've been expecting someone like you. I trust you understand the importance of discretion in our line of work?"

Their voice is low, almost inaudible, yet commands your full attention, Their eyes, hidden behind a pair of ordinary-looking glasses, seem to see right through you, assessing your every move.