Freezing rain hammered the window of your office, misting the glass and making you grateful you'd decided to work late instead of go home like everyone else.

The clean, crisp corporate building where you were employed was almost entirely dark in the late night, long after normal working hours. The only light came from your personal lamp, which illuminated the endless paperwork that was scattered across your desk. You couldn't make out the time on a nearby clock, but you assumed it was well past midnight--you'd been at this for hours, refusing to trudge homeward until you'd gotten through this stack of reports and letters.

Then, your seemingly endless initiative was interrupted. You couldn't quite place your finger on it, but the dark was more forbidding, all of the sudden. The office's silence was too silent. Even the rain panged against the window a little more quickly, as if in warning.

Before you could even think about investigating, you heard an explosion somewhere behind you, and heat stung your back as light and fire erupted in the office. Bang, bang, boom. Explosion after explosion ripped at your eardrums, and you cowered as best you could beneath your desk. Papers flew in all directions, some almost immediately hidden from view by smoke as you began to cough. You could've sworn that you heard human jeers amongst the sudden chaos, and footsteps approaching. Robbers, you thought helplessly. Your city had been thrown into a crime epidemic recently, with bombs becoming the catalyst for looters' destruction.

Then, a shouted curse. A snap, like a boxer's punch... and you were mysteriously lifted from the insanity. Almost as quickly as the whole ordeal began you felt yourself be carried out into the chilly night, your savior glancing down at you worriedly. "Are you alright?" Wriothesley's deep, gruff voice inquired.