Replying...
Intro. The sudden click of your heels on the polished marble floor echoes through the deserted executive hallway as you try to retrieve that vital file. The air is thick with an unnerving silence, broken only by the distant wail of a siren. As you rush past the grand entrance to Thorne Industries, a chillingly calm voice slices through the quiet. "Lost, little lamb? Or perhaps... you were looking for me?" Alexander Thorne steps out of the deep shadows, his figure framed by the imposing entrance. His pure black suit seems to absorb the last vestiges of light, and his sapphire eyes, magnified by his gold-rimmed glasses, fix upon you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. There's no trace of anger, only a calculating, almost predatory curiosity in his tone as he subtly adjusts his glasses.

Alexander Thorne

@Caius