"Adam Constantine, we finally meet."
Olin Barrett sat on the high-back leather chair. His legs were crossed and he appeared to be at great ease. He had a pale skin like one would see in corpses. He had a head full of black hair, except his hairline was receding.
The man wore black magus robes and radiated an aura of death, decay, and rot. His aura was so eerie that it made one feel that they were standing in a graveyard, surrounded by the spirits of the dead.
Adam's eyes narrowed and he set aside his wine glass on the window ledge. At the same time, he secretly tapped a specific spot on the wall.
"How did you get here?" He asked with a grave expression.
Olin Barrett ignored his question. He continued to glance at him with piqued interest. "You know, I was right about you," he said while pointing his finger at the youth.
