Private Intelligence
Nero stood still as he studied the man sitting in the dark corner. The azure light of his flickering flame was not the best to see in the dark, but at least it was enough to push away the dark.
The man was wearing some skin tight, black clothes that made him blend in with the darkness much more than any normal clothes should have. He seemed to not be solid, and instead looked like he was a morphing shadow.
His face was hidden behind a mask, and his voice was entirely neutral, sounding neither masculine nor feminine. In fact, the only reason Nero assumed that the person sitting in front of him was a man was because of his mannerisms and the style with which he sat. Of course, that too could have been a ruse.