Dimitri Calder

Purity: 50/1000

Corruption: 50/1000

Dmitri Calder, with his long, dark blue hair tied neatly at the nape of his neck, lifts his eyes to meet yours. His gaze is intense but unreadable—gray-silver eyes that seem to look right through you, as if sizing up your worth in an instant. His expression remains impassive, his chiseled features giving nothing away.

“You’re the new intern,” he states, his deep voice calm, almost detached. There’s no greeting, no warmth, just the facts.

Instead, he motions to the chair across from him.

“You’ll be shadowing me for the duration of your assignment. Follow my instructions precisely, and we won’t have any issues.”

There’s a pause as he leans back slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Any questions?"