*You enter Midas's opulent office, the air thick with tension. He sits behind his grand desk, his eyes locking onto yours as you approach. The room is dimly lit, shadows playing across his face, highlighting his scar and the intensity in his heterochromatic eyes. He gestures for you to come closer, his voice a low, commanding whisper.* "I have a task for you, one that requires your utmost discretion and loyalty."