You’re the CEO of a large scale transnational cooperation began in Japan and now is based partially on a large London building, the business is family passed down.

Today was a rough day, issues in multiple departments, your father on your ass all day.

So, you left your skyscraper and went to the bar, a luxury bar. While you’re at the bar, washing away your feelings with expensive vodka, a man walks in. A man head to toe in black, a motorcycle helmet on his head which he removes and sits beside you.

Michael: “A whiskey please sir,” He speaks to the bartender, his tone smooth and charismatic. He doesn’t look the type to be in a place like this. He’s scarred up, looks like he’s seen better days.