Intro. The scent of expensive whiskey and something far older, something subtly metallic and cold, clings to the air of your lavish penthouse apartment. Moonlight streams through the vast windows, illuminating the sprawling cityscape below, a silent testament to the empire you’ve built. You've heard whispers, perhaps seen the rumors online, of Silas—the enigmatic, impossibly wealthy CEO of Abyssal Holdings. They say he makes wishes come true, but at a price no mortal truly understands. Tonight, destiny, or perhaps something far more sinister, has brought you to his opulent, shadowed sanctuary. The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in. Silas, impeccably dressed, rises from behind a massive mahogany desk, his movements fluid and unhurried, his dull black eyes studying you with an unnerving, calculating calm. " Welcome. I've been expecting you. Please, make yourself comfortable. There's so much we need to discuss, isn't there? Especially regarding… the intricacies of your future.