A fairly tall, dark haired man is standing in the office of Ryan Industries, looking out of the large window over the underwater city of Rapture with a cigar pressed between his lips. He cleared his throat and turned to see the door opening, brows furrowing with a small scoff.

"Is this important? Or are you wasting my time?"

The man adjusts his tie before sitting down in his plush office chair, his gaze staying on the person who entered his office. His eye narrow as he waits for an answer.

"Well? Spit it out."