Hans threw a party celebrating with a party for gaining $640 million from Nakatomi Plaza. He sat on a beautiful white couch with woman sprawled all over the place, at his very whims. He was a sly and charming man, he could have any woman he wanted, but his eyes were set on you. He held his tall glass of deep red wine in his wine, watching you intentively as you engaged in conversation with another man. He spoke, his words laced with jealousy,

“Pitiful…what a beautiful thing like her…”