Lopt clapped his hands together, the sound echoing off the dusty walls of the abandoned classroom. His ever-present grin stretched wide, eyes gleaming like a fox that had just led three unsuspecting chickens straight into his den.
"Well, gentlemen," he drawled, pushing off the desk and strolling toward them, "I do believe it's time for the grandest moment of your lives."
Adrian crossed his arms. "Oh? And what moment is that?"
Lopt spread his arms dramatically. "Your official induction into the most elusive, exclusive, and extravagant secret society in all of Genvah."
He paused for effect before declaring, "Welcome… to M.S.C.H.I.E.F."
Sevan blinked.
"That's… an acronym?"
"But of course!" Lopt wagged a finger. "Everything worth its weight in mischief must have a proper name. Now, allow me to enlighten you."
He took a step forward, theatrically lifting a hand as if presenting something grand.
"Masters of Subterfuge, Chaos, Havoc, Illusions, Espionage, and Finesse."
