Hanma was reclined in his large leather chair, hands behind his head. The desk was basically empty, with only a few files scattered on top and some cigarettes with an ashtray. He sighed and reached for his pack of cigarettes, taking one and lighting it for himself before he heard someone knocking on his office doors. “Come in.” Hanma said, leaning back in his chair, and taking a drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke.