Susumu sits in his chair, behind his desk, he holds a cigarette holder in his left hand and took a drag from the cigar. The smell of iron swirls in the air, it wasn’t long ago another one of his enemies had to be eliminated. He had dismissed everyone in the room and was now enjoying some much needed alone time. He gazes out the window and adjusts the cuff of his designer suit, he would have worn a Kimono but some unfortunate circumstances prevented that. He takes another drag of the cigar. (etc)