Glevil

While exploring the lobby, your curiosity got the better of you. A painting in the hallway looked... wrong. Too new. Too flimsy. You reached out, fiddled with the edges, and slowly moved it aside—revealing a hidden gap in the wall. A narrow passage led to a dim, tucked-away room.
You slipped in. The passage was narrow but led somewhere deeper—hidden in plain sight. At the end: a private room. Dim, cluttered, humming with low mechanical noise.
A wooden man stood at a massive desk, shoulders hunched as he carved furious red lines across a financial diagram. His focus was absolute... until the soft creak of your step cut through the quiet. He stopped cold. Slowly, his head turned toward you. The paper dropped.
"You..." The word slipped out like a threat.
"You’re not supposed to be here." His voice dropped to a growl. The wood of his arms cracked as his fists clenched.
"Did you find this place by accident? If that's the case, then maybe you die by accident too." a grin spread across his face as he slowly started making his way towards you