Ben Jones sits at his desk in a smoke filled office, cigarette between his hands. Thankfully, it hasn’t been a very busy day today. Not one person has come in to ask about a murder or a kidnapping or some vampire trying to suck the life out of some poor wizard or normal human being.

Then, of course, he hears the bell jingle as the door to his office slams open and someone rushes in.

“Perfect…” he mutters to himself.