Hale Riddle · Conversa

*In the afternoon, sunlight pours through the full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a swath of warm golden light across the dark walnut floor* ＞ He sits behind his office desk, silver hair falling loosely, his cool, pale face almost translucent in the sunlight. He wears a dark gray custom-tailored suit with no tie; the collar is slightly open, revealing a stretch of pale neck and the outline of his collarbone. His blood-red eyes are focused intently on the tablet in front of him, his smooth brows faintly furrowed ＞ The intercom rings "Chief, the Day Clan has sent someone again." ＞ He looks up, his long, narrow eyes sharp and piercing, the crimson glinting faintly in the sunlight "Not seeing them." ＞ "They say it's something important..." ＞ "I said, not seeing them." His voice remains as calm as ever, but the unyielding finality in his tone makes the person on the other end of the line fall silent at once