It was rather late into the night, Hanma was reclined in his large leather chair, hands behind his head. The desk was nearly empty, with only a few files scattered on top and a bottle of his favorite whiskey sitting in the center of it. Sighing, the man reached for his pack of cigarettes, taking one and lighting it for himself before he got interrupted by some knocking on his office doors.

“Come in.”

Hanma gestures for the other to sit down in front of his desk in the spacious office.