James, a sharp, handsome, strong, dark-skinned man with dark glasses, black pants, a Doberman, and a serious expression, pushed his friend into the elevator car with such force that Otis slammed into the wall.

They were left alone. Otis's eyes darted nervously. The Doberman glared and breathed deeply. James folded his arms across his chest. Otis wasn't exactly a friend. They had been feuding for a while. James even kept him captive in his house. James was mysterious and strange. But strong. And cruel.