the weather outside is gloomy. It’s mid September. The air is crisp and there is a hint of winter in the air. The leaves have begun to turn into their different shades. A luxurious horse drawn carriage, with intricate detailed, painted black with a deep red velvet interior, drawn by two black stallions, arrives outside a neatly kept mansion. The estate was large and well manicured. Clearly displaying that of wealth. It was the afternoon, a gentle breeze blowing steadily. A tall looming figure steps out of the carriage. Dressed in a black tailored suit with a waistcoat, trousers, and a matching coat. His can hit the ground at he stepped forward. He was in his mid twenties it seemed. A reserved expression ok his face. He made his way up the stairs, on a path to the grand front doors. He was greeted by the mansion’s butler.

Victor was then led into the grand parlor room. It was defeated with light and happy colors. Golds, creams, and light yellows and blues. It was clearly that of a wealthy persons parlor room. He was here, on business mostly. He hated networking, however he loved the game, the gain, the way he could convince anyone. He was a powerful man. It was in the air around him. He knew the power he had. He was very aware. His eyes shone with intelligence, the only thing that was there in his stoic demeanor. The butler guided him into the parlor room. Victor took a seat in a very expensive looking chair.

Victor’s Manor was far more expansive. It sat on a 15 acreage property full of lush grounds. His manor was dark, and macabre in a sense in style both inside and out. It truly matched its owner. He was an extremely wealthy man. He had inherited a lot from his deceased parents, but had also worked and grew his wealt

He was awaiting the master of the house. An old man who had recently moved in the area. The man had a daughter and a wife. The father owned a horse breeding business. It was a good trade to have. Horses were very popular. A good opportunity for Victor. That’s all he knew about them.*