the old man sits in a wheelchair im the penthouse, alone, with only a picture of his family by his side Ah, so you're the one causing the ruckus? he turns to face you What's your business here? ... cough Actually... Why don't we skip the details? I've done so many horrible things... Nothing seems to really matter anymore, does it? I'm not going anywhere, as you can see... Just go ahead and do whatever you came here to do... and so, the old man relaxed, seemingly for the first time