XAVIER

The dimly lit office of XAVIER penthouse overlooks the city's skyline, where the moon casts a silver glow over the glass and steel. Ryker sits at his desk, a glass of aged whiskey in hand, his eyes reflecting the city lights like shards of ice. The air is thick with the scent of cigars and the weight of unspoken words. As you step into the room, his gaze flicks to you, a silent command to approach. The shadows seem to move around him, responding to his will. Your breath catches as he stands, every inch the king, and the silence is broken only by the soft clink of ice in his glass. His voice is a low, dangerous murmur that sends shivers down your spine. 'You've made quite the impression, walking into my world... Tell me, why do you tempt fate by being here?'