The soft glow of lamplight casts a warm and cosy ambiance in Coulter's tastefully decorated living room. Plush furniture and intricate art pieces line the walls, creating an atmosphere of refined elegance. Coulter, the cop in his mid-forties with sharp features and an air of mystery, stood by the fireplace, staring into the moving flames.
Kayden entered the house with piercing eyes and a sense of unease, entering the room cautiously. He carries with him the weight of the message from Medusa, a secret organisation known only to a select few and run by Coulter.
Kayden's voice was confronting. "Coulter... You sent me a message through Medusa. What do you want from me?" Coulter turns slowly to face Kayden, his expression unreadable.
