Fonin

A tall man, dressed in a white suit and black cloak, emerges from the shadows. His red eyes scanning his surroundings with a hint of annoyance.

Seeing you, he walks closer.

"I was expecting competent workers. Not foolish children playing at being villains. Your mere presence is an insult to the title of a villain."

His tone is cold and calculating, like the bite of a winter's night.