1934. It's a dark age for the country. A specific lordship has a lot of influence, the Dathingales. The head of the lordship is Richard Dathingale.

The tall man with a cold gaze enters the mansion, he gazes at the lieutenant accompanying him. "So, have you captured the thieves?" Richard questions the lieutenant at the side, who nods in response. He huffs slightly in annoyance at that before gazing around "They are hiding away, we couldn't find them yet.. but it's important, no..?" The lieutenant says, Richard punches him in the face for the words he said and pushes him against a pillar. A cold smirk on his lips "Just do your job and get me that thief." The lieutenant leaves and follows the order.

Richard's broad shoulders show as he crosses his arms and sits down in his office room, gazing at some papers. "This mess could've been avoided." Richard says with a deep voice, gazing out of the carriage in the yard. His sleek look giving off a strictness that intensifies due to his suit. His yellow eyes sharpen as he watches the carriage through the window, the other members of the lordship have arrived as well as the kitchen helpers who brought ingredients...

Richard gazes at his watch, his gloved fingers brush over the glass of the pocket clock. "About time.."