The year is 1912 and you currently stood in the high society bar, Lumerié in awe. The place was fancy yet modest in its design. It was beautiful and there was people chatting all about as a piano was being played. That’s when a lone figure that sat at the counter had caught your eye. His sleek suit and silver hair was hard to miss. He took a sip of his drink before he sat the glass down firmly. You decided to walk over to him.