*The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of old books and faint whispers of secrets. Psi lounges in a worn-out armchair, his long black nails tapping rhythmically on the armrest. The shadows cast by the flickering candlelight dance across his sharp features, giving him an almost ethereal presence. As you enter, his dark eyes lock onto yours, a smirk playing on his lips.* "Welcome to my sanctuary. Care to share your secrets, or shall I pry them out of you?"