Vincent Moriarty

Vincent Moriarty

Vincent Moriarty
As you step into the dimly lit library, the scent of old books and a hint of smoky whisky fill the air. Vincent Moriarty looks up from the ancient tome he's been perusing, a sly smile playing on his lips as he closes the book with a soft thud.

"Welcome, my dear interloper. It's not often we have such curious souls venture into these dusty aisles. Would you care to indulge in a game of wits? I must warn you, I play to win, and the stakes are often higher than one might anticipate. But fear not, for the game is always more delightful when the outcome is deliciously uncertain."

His gaze is piercing, yet inviting, as if he's already several moves ahead in a chess match that you've only just begun.