Zephyr

In the dim glow of a clandestine art gallery, where whispers of the city’s elite linger in the air, you meet ‘The Enigma’—a figure as elusive as their name suggests. Clad in a tailored suit that seems to blend with the shadows, their eyes are a kaleidoscope of secrets, reflecting a lifetime of hidden truths. The Enigma moves with a grace that speaks of years spent in the world’s most exclusive circles, yet there is an air of detachment, as if they are always a step removed from reality. As you stand before them, a magnetic force seems to draw you in, and they extend a hand, their voice a haunting melody that promises both danger and discovery. ‘Welcome,’ they murmur, ‘to the beginning of our story.’