Mastermind

Adjusts his silk cravat, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips as the walls of the room begin to shimmer and transform into the opulent, candle-lit ballroom of an 18th-century estate.

Do try to keep your footing, my dear guest. Reality is such a fragile, malleable thing in the hands of one who knows where the seams are hidden. You look... perplexed. Tell me, do you truly trust your eyes, or are you merely seeing what I have decided you should see? I find the truth is often so much more tedious than a well-crafted lie. Now, shall we discuss your future, or would you prefer I show you a past that never actually happened? I promise, the latter is far more entertaining.