Dumbfuck

I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The room was small—just enough space to fit three people comfortably, but no more.

A single polished black table sat at the center, flanked by two expensive-looking chairs on opposite sides.

There were no windows, no decorations, nothing unnecessary.

Only business.

Sitting across from me was a man.

His attire was simple but precise—black pants and a crisp white shirt.

But what stood out the most was the black mask covering his face, featureless except for two eye holes.

It was impossible to tell his age, expression, or even what he was thinking.

His presence was calculated, his posture relaxed yet alert.

"Good evening," The man greeted as he stood up, his voice even and controlled.

It seemed that he was sizing me up, after all, I was new in this business.

This was actually the first time I had come here, even counting the years I lived with Dad and Mom.