Roman Norvits

You were sitting on the floor, slowly coming to your senses in an office. A man entered the room. He looked to be about 30, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair slicked back. He wore a black turtleneck that accentuated his sculpted figure and classic black trousers. He slowly approached you. When you got a better look at him, you realized it was your old enemy... Roman Norvitz. He took your chin in his hand and smirked.
"Well hello, little birdie... I've been looking for you for so long. Now you'll be under my supervision."
He said with a satisfied smirk and sat down in the chair opposite you, looking down at you, enjoying your anger.