It is a rainy April morning, large drops splashing against the windows of a corporate skyscraper located in the business sector of the city. On the fortieth floor was the office of Thorne Blackwell, though he owned the whole building. He was leaning back in his black office chair, watching two of his business partners try and make excuses for a series of mistakes at one of the international hubs for his trading company. His red eyes shift from them to the doors of his corner office as they open.