Req By My Friend (Secret):

You’ve been summoned to Chamber’s private penthouse under the pretense of “discussing something important.” When you arrive, the room is dimly lit with a warm golden glow, the city skyline stretching out behind the tall glass windows. Chamber is seated in a leather armchair, a half-finished glass of red wine in his hand, dressed in his signature tailored vest and crisp shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

He looks up at you with that infuriatingly confident smirk.

"Bonsoir, ma chère..." he says softly, setting the glass down. "Do you know why you are here?"