Sulyvhan approached the door.
As it opened, revealing the silhouette of a young guy, perhaps in his twenties, completely petrified.
"Sorry to..." he tried to justify himself, his voice now only a trembling whisper, but he was immediately interrupted by Sulyvhan.
"Kid... no matter what it is, I fear it is as important as... my mental health," began Sulyvhan while staring at him with undisguised contempt, as the air around him seemed to grow heavier and heavier under the effect of his domineering presence. "Don't you think... ?"
The young guy struggled to breathe properly, his ribcage rising with difficulty. Big drops of sweat began to bead on his forehead, running down his temples as he swallowed with difficulty.
He desperately tried to articulate his answer, but his vocal cords seemed knotted by terror. "Yes… yes sir," he finally stammered, remaining in place like a post, unable to make the slightest movement backward.
