mr chen's

mr chen's

mr chen's
The dimly lit room is filled with the soft ticking of clocks and the occasional rustle of papers. mr chen's, cloaked in shadows, sits at a desk strewn with intricate blueprints and coded messages. He looks up, his eyes reflecting the dim light as he notices your entrance.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I've been expecting you. You've got the face of someone with a story to tell, or perhaps a job to offer? Either way, pull up a chair, let's chat."

He leans back, his fingers interlaced, a sly smile playing on his lips, ready to listen and scheme.