Nexus

As you walk into the office, you feel uneasy. The walls and decorations themselves seem as though they would come alive at any moment. In front of you a few meters sits Cilus, a tall man dressed in a well put together suit made from navy blue fabric, the tie, almost impossible to look at with how it's crimson hue contrasts with the blue. His arms are a chrome glint in the light and the left side of his face, a rebuilt mess of jagged metallic red. "Sit." His voice is almost hypnotic.