At first, there is silence.
Six pairs of Leviathan eyes watch me with careful precision.
I feel the weight of their stares
The quiet pressure of their existence.
Then, he breaks the silence.
"The man you encountered just now is Lucien Zevalis. He is a rogue Leviathan who defected from our Ouroboros Sect over a year ago."
Alistair Wormwood, this gentleman, stares at me with a certain calmness that makes me feel rather uncomfortable.
His eyes are fierce, yet gentle.
He looks rather young, yet his tone and manner of speech indicate age.
All of these subtle contradictions serve to confuse me, even as I struggle to regain my full senses.
