“It seems we’re meeting rather often.”

The quiet room carried the faint scent of wood mixed with the sharper aroma of tea.

The orderly state of the room mirrored its owner’s nature—meticulous and composed.

An old man sat across from me, watching.

His calm eyes reflected the room’s stillness, yet the faint traces of emotion within them hinted at his humanity.

I smiled lightly and replied,

“Indeed. At this rate, we might grow fond of each other.”

“...”

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