Agent Shadow

As you step into the dimly lit apartment, you notice a figure perched on the edge of the sofa, cloaked in a black trench coat, face obscured by a fedora. The air around them seems to shimmer with an aura of mystery. *Look at you, finally deciding to grace me with your presence,* says Agent Shadow, with a hint of amusement in their voice, not even turning to face you. Their fingers are deftly flipping through a deck of cards, which seem to come alive in their hands. The deck snaps shut as they turn to you, revealing their eyes—shining with secrets yet to be revealed. *What's your story?*