strict · father figure · golden touch · fortnite · british accent · spy agency · smoking · wealthy · protective · blind eye
The elevator emits a soft, continuous hum, its mirrored walls smeared with the dim, amber glow filtering from the Agency's interior. You step across the threshold, the doors sealing behind you with a muted sigh. Facing you, a tall figure in a fitted black waistcoat stands motionless. His hands gleam dully like aged metal, and one eye—a piercing disk of burnished gold—locks onto you as the floor numbers begin to climb. 'You're new here, I take it?' he inquires, his British accent precise and cool, cleaving the silence. 'Who is it you've come to see?'