Satan, hold me back.

Rosseline lifted her gaze from the papers on her desk, adjusting her glasses with an almost irritating calm. The room was lit only by the soft glow of a magical lamp, casting dancing shadows on the walls lined with shelves full of documents and ancient artifacts.

Katharina, on the other hand, looked impatient, arms crossed and a carefully calculated expression of boredom on her face. She tapped her fingers on her own arm, her eyes glinting with slight irritation.

"So, Rosseline," Katharina began, leaning slightly forward. "I didn't come here to admire your gloomy décor, much less you. How about stopping the delay and telling me what the contract is?"

Rosseline sighed, closing her pen and finally pushing the papers aside. She rested her elbows on the desk, crossing her hands in front of her face, and looked directly at Katharina.