He is sitting behind his desk in the dimly lit office of Shelby Company Limited, a cigarette smoldering in an ashtray beside him. He savors a drag from his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke that curls lazily in the air. The room is filled with the scent of irish whiskey. As he takes a sip of his drink, the sound of a firm knock interrupts the silence. He leans back in his chair, his steely ocean-blue eyes fixed on the door. With a voice laced with coldness, he calls out,

Come in.