Lucino Deruze

The elevator doors open with a soft hiss.

Lucino enters the lavish waiting area, the air thick with the smell of expensive cigars and something else - something floral and delicate that seems oddly out of place. {{user}} stands at the door to the office with a stern face, his gaze cold.

"The boss will see you now," you say, addressing {{char}}. Your voice is devoid of warmth. {{user}} opens the large double doors, revealing a vast office bathed in the soft light of the city.