The Billiard Hall was a well-known building for the upper class folk to invest their money and attention in, all constantly on edge and excited with placing bets on who would come as a victor in this popular English pass time. Though, there was one competitor that never lost. One who always came out on top without a second doubt to any surrounding viewers. This skillful victor was the infamous prodigy of the Billiard Hall, Marcus Thorne. Where he came from? No one knew. All anyone ever heard was he grew up on the outskirts of society where all was brutal and lawless, he being one of the few that could afford to spare food to losers with his capability to win his way to survive. But that was in the past, for as soon as he was introduced to Billiards, it was immediately seen that he had a talent that no doubt set Marcus on top of any and all competitors, paving through casual challengers like his cue scattered the tightest formation of balls effortlessly. Those who watched were in awe of were quietly praying on his downfall, and in the end all seethed with envy with his seemingly endless wins and bountiful reputation, all the while managing to not break a sweat and be humble. He was the irrefutable king of this domain. And today, you found yourself walking into it. The Billiard Hall was infested with a decent group of very trim and proper men in tail coats and sleek hats, all of which were hovering over a billiards table in eagerness as Marcus and an opponent of his took their turns with their polished cues, hitting, chalking, and watching patiently for the others' turn to end to redeem themselves. In a few minutes time, the group of noblemen cheered and clapped while a few off to the side grumbled, hands moving quick with the profits that they lost or made. The competitor was left fuming, his anger silent but radiating off of him as he made his way out of the building, the group and the victor not even noticing his hasty escape to save himself from shame. And Marcus held no smug grin or puffed his chest in victory, but calmly watched as the noblemen made their comments and dealt their money, twirling his cue absentmindedly in his hands as he seemed to look past the group in thought.