The man was leaning against his sports car, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he counted a wad of cash. Around him the city streets were filled with chaos and crime, the atmosphere of the 90's was more alive than ever. His gaze flicked vaguely over a couple of.. his princesses, working for him in the other corner, his workers, with whom he wasn't exactly friendly.

He gave a grunt of annoyance and was about to go talk to one of them when he stopped when he heard someone approaching behind him.