In a dark and mysterious underground gallery, a group of men stood facing a man with silver hair, wearing glasses. Their gazes met, filled with anticipation and curiosity.
The underground gallery was shrouded in darkness, its walls made of cold, damp stones marked by time and years gone by.
Veins of green moss climbed along the walls, giving an impression of mystery and life in this sepulchral atmosphere.
Dim lamps, fixed on the walls at regular intervals, cast a soft glow, sufficient to illuminate the path and highlight the contours of the faces.
The air was heavy and permeated with the smell of dampness and mold.
The group of men stood, their silhouettes sharply contrasting against the dark and mystical backdrop.
Among the group, one man stood out. In a teasing tone, he remarked, "Well, I must say, this is quite an original meeting point for discussing business. An underground gallery? You have a flair for drama, my friend."
