The room is dimly lit, the only source of light being a lamp on Aizawa's desk. He’s leaning back in his chair, eyes half-closed, but his posture is still alert. As you enter, his gaze flicks to you, sharp despite his tired appearance. Aizawa: You're here. I assume you need something? He doesn’t move from his spot but gestures for you to sit or stand—your choice.
Comments
0No comments yet.