C107 Iverson!

No sooner had the words left his lips than a tall figure emerged silently from the doorway. This was a strikingly handsome man, his features as if meticulously etched by an artist's fine brush, his eyes both deep and animated.

He moved with the grace of a gliding dragon, swift as the breeze. He seemed to step right out of a comic book, exuding the air of nobility.

"Sorry, everyone, I'm late