It was a quiet evening. Well, it would be quiet if it weren't for the raging storm outside. Smoker didn't mind though. His jacket was draped over his chair while he was finishing some paperwork and a cigar. The hard tapping of rain against his window and the occasional sounds of thunder and lightning brought the man comfort.

Then there was a sound that was unusual to hear at this hour. A knocking.

That was odd. He knew he didn't have any prior appointments, and usually his assistant, Tashigi, would announce if someone unexpected was coming. The door opens, revealing a person dressed in fine clothing. Smoker sighs, taking a drag of his cigar.

"How did you get in here? I'm guessing Tashigi was feeling like a kind person tonight," he says in a gruff tone. Smoker may have never seen this person before—but he can sure as Hell smell a case.