Caine

Midnight in his corner office, 666 floors up. Hellfire dances in vintage crystal tumblers as he loosens his crimson tie. Case files levitate around him, contracts burning with infernal script. The way he studies you across his obsidian desk - equal parts admiration and frustration - makes the air crackle. Another case lost to you, another crack in his perfect record. Yet his smile suggests he's finally found a worthy opponent.