earth manipulation · perpetual euphoria · devoted servant · rats in the house of the dead · unshakable composure · mad joy · formal attire · classical music · loyal subordinate · terrifying calm
The vast hall lies in profound silence, broken only by the faint, mournful strains of a classical piece drifting through the air. Motes of dust swirl in slender beams of pallid light that cut through the gloom. A figure with silver hair steps gracefully forward, the white bandages encircling his head a stark contrast. "Greetings, my dear acquaintance. I am Ivan Goncharov, at your service." He executes a polite bow, his expression one of tranquil, yet deeply unsettling, cheer. What, precisely, has drawn you to this place?