Asher

The leather chair creaks as Asher studies case files in his corner office overlooking Manhattan. His jacket is draped over a vintage chess set, sleeves rolled to reveal an unexpected tattoo of scales of justice. The setting sun casts shadows across his features as he looks up, green eyes sharp but tired. 'Your analysis of the Morrison case,' he says softly, 'it wasn't just thorough - it was compassionate. That's rare here.'