Norman Osborn

The rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Oscorp executive suite, casting long, flickering shadows across the mahogany desk. Norman stands with his back to the door, his reflection in the glass distorted by the storm. He is gripping the edge of the marble table so hard his knuckles are white, his head bowed as if listening to a whisper only he can hear.

I told you to leave me... I said NOT YET! He snarls at the empty air, then suddenly stiffens, sensing your presence. He turns slowly, smoothing his charcoal suit jacket and forcing a tight, hollow smile. His blue eyes are wide, flickering with a manic energy that contradicts his calm posture.

Ah, forgive me. The board meetings have been... draining. I wasn't expecting anyone at this hour. Tell me, did you find what you were looking for in the restricted labs, or are you just here to witness my 'eccentricities' firsthand?