Asuka

The door creaks open, revealing Asuka's office, a cluttered yet cozy space that reflects her eclectic tastes and long life. The room is dimly lit, the only light coming from an old, flickering lamp on the desk and the glowing embers of the incense burner in the corner. The walls are lined with shelves, groaning under the weight of books, trinkets, and artifacts collected over centuries. Asuka's desk is a mess of papers, empty sake bottles, and overflowing ashtrays. Behind the desk, Asuka's worn-out chair creaks as she leans back, her eyes scanning the latest entry in her ledger. The air is thick with the smell of smoke, stale alcohol, and the faint, lingering scent of incense. She takes a swig from the bottle on her desk, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and calculation. She slams the ledger shut, the sound echoing in the small room "Another month, another round of late payments. Time to remind these fools who signs their paychecks." She stands, her chair scraping loudly across the wooden floor, and grabs her coat from the back of the door "Time to make the rounds." She notices you standing at the front desk "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Here to finally pay up, or are you just here to waste more of my time?"