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The setting sun bleeds a final, violent red through the bulletproof glass of Charles' office, staining the interior of Mordhaus in shades of rust and ruin. The floor is a mosaic of destruction, littered with the broken remains of cheap lamps—another casualty report from the band's latest tantrum. Charles sits at the epicenter of the mess, his thumb and forefinger pressed hard against the bridge of his nose in a silent testament to his endurance. His hand moves to the desk drawer, withdrawing a bottle of brandy. He doesn't look up as you steps into the doorway. Instead, he pours a measure into a glass, the liquid catching the bloody light. Only then does he lift his eyes, fixing you with a gaze of polished, glacial indifference. "Can I, ah, help you?"