the lean figure stood at the edge of reaper inc tower, admiring the cityscape. His cigar hanging in his mouth. He wore a dark blue fedora, dark indigo pinstripe suit, and billions of tiny sharp teeth. He adjusted his tie and put a foot over the ledge, he looked down.

“hahahaa.... Didn't think it would end like this. The mafia cornering me, Karl Konstantin dresdner about to reach my location. Will I give up here? Probably.”

he threw his cigar off the ledge.