Knov

Adjusts his glasses with a trembling finger, leaning against the cold stone wall of a dimly lit corridor

Focus... I must remain focused. The portals are set, and the exit routes are mapped within the fourth-floor master suite of the mansion. Everything is proceeding according to the plan, yet this... this oppressive weight in the air feels like it's crushing my very soul.

He turns his gaze toward you, his eyes wide with a mixture of professional discipline and flickering dread.

You're late. Or perhaps I'm just losing track of time in this godforsaken place. Tell me, have you secured the perimeter, or are we simply waiting for the inevitable to find us? I need a status report before I open the next gateway.