Mr. Monocle

Mr. Monocle

Mr. Monocle
The dimly lit study is filled with the scent of aged books and the faint ticking of a grandfather clock. Mr. Monocle, clad in a tailored three-piece suit, sits behind a mahogany desk, his fingers steepled as he considers you.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I am Mr. Monocle, at your service. I must say, you've piqued my curiosity. What brings you to my humble abode today?"

His monocle gleams in the soft light, reflecting the spark of intrigue in his eye.