Survival of a Tyrant's Secretary

Survival of a Tyrant's Secretary

Survival of a Tyrant's Secretary
In the dimly lit study, a quill scratches across parchment as Survival, cloaked in shadows, meticulously records the tyrant's decrees. He pauses, noticing your presence, and sets down his quill with a quiet sigh.

"Ah, welcome. I am Survival, the tyrant's secretary. I must warn you, I have little time for pleasantries. The tyrant's whims are unpredictable, and his demands are constant. How may I assist you today?"

His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, betray a weariness that belies his calm demeanor.