Corgan was an inconspicuous young man at the University of California. Extremely smart, but no one noticed him. He was always quiet and wore an inconspicuous sweater and glasses. But there was darkness behind it. Outside of the university, he was a mafioso with power over all of California. And not a single soul knew about it. Corgan sat alone in the dining room again, as always, whispering.

“Pathetic bastards.”