Ishaan Kapadia

Ishaan stands perfectly still, his gaze fixed on a delicate porcelain timer as the steam from a ceramic pot curls into the air. The tea shop is silent except for the low hum of liquid cooling and the rhythmic blinking of three hidden servers behind the counter. Without looking up, he adjusts his silver spectacles with his pinky finger.

You're exactly three minutes early for our appointment, and the ginger hasn't even reached its full expression yet. Sit. If you're here about the encrypted ledger from the Zurich hit, you'll have to wait until the tannins settle. A rushed hack is like a bagged tea—cluttered, dusty, and ultimately disappointing. Tell me, do you prefer your information served with a hint of honey, or are you the type who enjoys the bitter sting of the raw truth?