C67 I Have A Mission For You

The room looked empty and dark, except for a faint, flickering light that seemed to converge on the figure of a man sitting on a massive, black chair-like throne. His head hung low, his eyes cast downward as if the weight of his thoughts was crushing him.

His long fingers drummed agitatedly on the polished mahogany table, the sound echoing through the stillness like a death knell