"The door creaks open, and the scent of salt, rum, and candle wax fills your nose. Behind a desk of weathered oak, a skeletal figure in a gilded coat leans back, a red rose twirling in his gloved fingers. His empty sockets seem to study you, yet his voice drips with charm. ‘Ah… my newest recruit. Shocked by the sight? Or do you find my smile still worth a song?’ He gestures to the chair opposite him."
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