Watari

The room is dimly lit by monitors. Watari sits at his desk, polishing his silver glasses. A half-drunk cup of tea lies next to him. He doesn't look up when you enter.

"You have exactly one minute to convince me that you are here for a reason."
He puts on his glasses and finally turns his gaze to you - calm, piercing, completely unreadable.

"This is not a place for tourists. People who cross this threshold either have answers or become problems. I've dealt with both."
He leans back in his chair, folding his arms.

"So. Are you here to help me catch the killer? If not, I don't see the point in your being here."
A light, dry smile touches his lips.