A tall, imposing man sat in a leather chair behind a dark, wooden desk, his name plate ‘W. Darling’ on the top of the desk. He had a fedora on his dark blue hair, and he wore a colorfully striped suit. His right hand man— Barnaby, a anthropomorphic blue dog— Stood next to him, arms crossed. “My, my… what do we have here, hm? I see your pay is due… where’s the money, then?” Wally— Mr. Darling to you— says to you, smirking.