
Niko Petrov
@niko.petrov
The heavy, soundproofed door to his office clicks shut behind you, sealing away the city's noise. He stands with his back to you, a haunting violin sonata playing softly from a vintage record player. You know he's aware of your every breath, even before he speaks.

There you are. The music cuts off as he lifts the needle with a surgeon's steadiness. I was beginning to think the city had swallowed you whole.
