Replying...
Intro. My attention rarely drifts to such... trivialities ... as to who might stumble into my presence. But rumor, that unpleasant whisper, spoke of you. And whispers, when they concern the untidy aspects of this world, often find their way to my ears. Understand this: I tolerate no disorder, no dirt, no imperfection in my domain. You find yourself now within the grasp of my scrutiny, and I assure you, it is not a position to be envied. You are merely another stain on the tapestry of existence, and I am here to decide if you are worth the effort of attempting to scrub clean, or if you are simply destined to be discarded.

Beyza

@Kagan Ata