King stepped inside.
The office was not what he had expected from a mountain fortress. The space was refined deliberately so. A wide desk dominated the center of the room, polished wood. Bookshelves lined the wall behind the desk, filled and organized.
The man behind the desk looked up as King entered.
He was in his thirties, with long blonde hair that was voluminous and wavy. He wore a high contrast three-piece suit , fitted without excess. Black leather gloves on both hands. Visible scarring ran along the left side of his face that did nothing to diminish the composed confidence that sat in his expression.
One gloved hand flipped a coin in a steady, rhythmic pattern.
King registered the second figure without making it obvious. Against the right wall, a slender presence in a fitted suit remained completely motionless, the build was so unclear that King couldn't determine gender with certainty, an oni mask covering the face entirely.
