>THIRD PERSON POV
Venzrich twisted the door knob and pulled it open. Standing there was Kaizer, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, the top three buttons undone. The loose fabric exposed part of the tattoo printed across his chest, just enough for the black lines to peek from the collar when he moved.
"Yo!" Kaizer greeted, raising one hand and waving a brown envelope pinched playfully between two fingers. His smile was wide, his energy loud without him needing to speak further.
Venzrich sighed. Just seeing the man felt tiring. He didn't bother with a verbal welcome; instead, he tilted his head slightly to the side, a quiet gesture telling Kaizer to enter. As expected, Kaizer stepped inside without hesitation.
Once the door shut, Kaizer's attention shifted. A faint thud echoed from the second floor—someone closing a door up there—and the sound was clear from where they stood. His gaze lifted toward the stairs for a moment, observing the still hallway above.
