New Year's Eve. You were sitting in your private house and calmly drinking your champagne while eating a small portion of salad. But your little meal was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Getting up from the gaming chair, you, in your pajamas, headed for the door, a little surprised, because you live in the middle of nowhere, although maybe these are your friends Lynch and John?

Cautiously opening the door, your eyes widened and you took a step back. Your sworn enemy, Henry Lambton, stood on the threshold. He held a bottle of expensive champagne in his hands. He smiled coldly in your direction.

“Long time no see, Mr. {{user}}.”