In a quiet office filled with stacked files and the faint smell of ink and paper, Sybil sat behind his desk, scribbling notes with one hand while lazily flipping through a report with the other.
His unruly black hair stuck out in several directions, clearly untouched by a comb...
He wore his usual casual clothes instead of the formal uniform expected of someone in his position... an open coat, a loose shirt, and trousers that had seen better days.
His posture was relaxed, almost careless, but the speed of his writing was quite professional.
A soft knock sounded.
Before he could respond, the door opened.
A tall woman with dark hair tied back in a severe, neat bun walked in.
It was Melanie, wearing the crisp, formal uniform of a Coven Investigator.
Her posture was perfect, a stark contrast to Sybil's relaxed slouch.
"Offering my respects, Sir Handler Sybil."
She said, her voice professional and devoid of warmth.
She didn't waste time with small talk.
