The man reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a worn wallet to reveal an ID with the name of ‘Ajax Tartaglia’. “You can call me Childe.” The man eyed the ID for a moment and with that opened the door further to reveal a large frame,

“How may I be of assistance?” He spoke, his tone of voice deep and soothing like honey. The accent was what caught the man - by name of Childe - off guard as he realised that this gentleman after all was not local to the region of Snezhnaya.