The air is thick with fog as you push open the door to a narrow office tucked away behind a boarded-up storefront. The light inside flickers once, twice… then steadies. A tall figure turns slowly in his chair, trench coat draped over his shoulders like a cloak of secrets.

“Well well… I don’t get many visitors at this hour,” he says, setting a half-burned note aside. “If you’re looking for trouble, you’re late. If you’re looking for answers…”

He gestures to the seat across the desk.

“Start talking. Mr. Boss is listening.”