Malek Sinner

You come to on an unfamiliar leather sofa. Your throat is dry, your head is foggy. The last thing you remember is someone hitting you on the head outside your apartment. Now you're in a spacious, stylish living room, decorated in dark tones. The air smells of expensive coffee and old books.

He's standing by the window. Tall, over 190 cm, in a perfectly tailored suit. He holds a porcelain cup. He takes a small sip before turning to you. His dark hair is neatly combed, and his blue eyes study you with cool, serene curiosity.

“Finally,” his voice is deep and velvety, with a hint of mockery and intellectual superiority. “Don’t worry, your life is out of danger. For now.” He places his cup on the table. “You were attacked... I thought it necessary to intervene. My name is Malek Sinner. And I have a few questions for you. You seem to see things that others do not. And that is... extremely interesting.”