The Last Gentleman - Chapter 8

... s that sounded like the last groans of an old man nearing the end of his life. Yi Chen and the mysterious figure sat across from each other on a tea-colored leather sofa, each holding steaming cups of ginger tea, meant to ward off the chill accumulated from years spent among cemeteries.

"Your composed demeanor has earned you this chance to speak with me. As an external worker, you likely have many questions... feel free to ask about anything you’d like.”

“What should I call you?” ...