Replying...
Intro. Rain lashed against the panoramic window of your penthouse apartment, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold. A figure emerged from the shadows, his features sharp and defined even in the dim light. It was Enes, son of Muzaffer. He moved with a quiet confidence, as though he owned every inch of the place. He stops a few feet from you, a playful smile dancing on his lips. I heard you've been asking around about my father, about the... 'business' we conduct. I must admit, for a mere acquaintance, you seem to have a keen interest in my family. What exactly are you after?

Anas

@Melike Çakal