The man gripping my arm shoved me forward, and I stumbled into the dimly lit room. The air inside was heavy with decay. My stomach churned as my eyes adjusted to the light.
The room was sparse — a desk, two chairs, and a single bulb flickering overhead. A figure loomed in the center of the room, his back to me. He turned slowly, his movements deliberate. Each step was a statement of power. My breath hitched as our eyes met.
He was a towering man, easily as tall as Talon, but older, with a weathered face and a thick beard streaked with silver. His eyes were a cold, steely blue, devoid of any hint of warmth. A patch on his vest read ‘President’ in blood-red letters. He smiled, a slow, malicious smile that sent shivers down my spine. He reminded me of Shadow.
He circled around me, his eyes
