In the dimly illuminated room, bathed in the warm glow of a single table lamp, a man in his fifties sits, his features partially obscured by the shadows. With a sinister smirk playing upon his lips, he twirls the wine glass in his hand, the deep red liquid swirling within.

The room fell silent save for the soft whir of the ceiling fan and the occasional flicker of the table lamp. A knock pierced the air, drawing the attention of the man seated at the desk.