Inside the Naos Federation within the city of Ritrot, in 1933. There was a man who strolled down the sidewalk with a book in hand. The man was of average height and had a slim body. He had short yet dazzling golden hair. His eyes were a clear sliver and dark chocolate skin. He wore a navy blue suit jacket, a white cotton shirt, high waists navy blue trousers, a navy blue and black tie with a checker pattern and a navy blue fedora with a black ribbon. The man halted his shoes in place as he stood in front of a brick-built building. The man closed his book and walked inside.
The man's heel echoed against the marble floor. The man walked up to a wooden desk, where a woman sat and examined some sheets of paper. The woman wore a plain green dress wrapped with a leather belt. She had tied up brown hair and emerald eyes behind a pair of glasses. The woman did not seem to notice the man. The man knocked against the wooden desk, the woman's eyes averted from the sheets of papers to the navy blue-suited man.
"Morning." the man greeted with a rich and deep voice.
The woman's face flushed with a deep shade of red. She gathered the sheets of paper and shifted to the side. She fixed her glasses as she looked up at the man once more.
"Good morning. How may I help you today, kind sir?" the woman slightly stuttered.
The man chuckled. "Do you know a man by the name of Dorrin Rolim?"
"Dorrin Rolim? Do you know him?" the woman asked with a crooked smile.
"He's my brother." the man stated.
"He is your brother?!" the woman squealed.
The two went silent when the sound of heavy footsteps approached them. They turned their gaze to an overly large man, both length and width wise. He had long blond hair that was tied into a bun. He had fossil-grey eyes and pale skin. He wore black baggy trousers, a wrinkled white cotton shirt with rolled-up sleeves that exposed his brutal scars. He held his coat over his shoulder while he held a lit cigar in the other. Although despite the condition of his clothing, his hair and skin seemed well cared for.
The intimating man stood next to the navy blue gentleman. The woman sat in her seat with terrified eyes. The man wore a grimaced expression. The navy blue gentleman smiled.
"Hello, Dory. It's been a while since we last saw each other. You look a lot paler than usual do. I could compare you to a vampire." the gentleman chuckled.
The man slammed his fist on the wooden desk with a crushed cigar in hand. The woman yelped but didn't say a word as she dusted the cigar ashes off the sheets of paper. The gentleman was unfazed.
"Don't even joke about that." the man sneered.
The gentleman raised his hand in defence as he chuckled. "Now, now. Don't get so upset. I didn't come here to pick a fight with ya."
"Then why are ya here for, Walz?" the man huffed.
"Father wants to see you." the gentleman said.
Dorrin flinched for a split second before immediately composing himself. He glared down at his younger brother. Dorrin glared with the slightest glimpse of hope that this was another of Walz's jokes. Unfortunately, Dorrin's hopes vanished when he gazed into Walz's smile.
Dorrin released a half-hearted chuckle. He flicked the crushed cigar out of his hand with a sigh. He covered the upper half of his face before he cackled to the ceiling. After his cackle died out, Dorrin peeked at Walz through the gaps between his fingers.
"So what does that old geezer want to with me?" Dorrin devilishly grinned.
"He didn't tell me," Walz said bluntly.
"Oh! Of course, he didn't!" Dorrin chuckled darkly.
"Dorrin, it's serious," Walz said with a concerned expression.
Dorrin clicked his tongue. He pulled a document file out of his jacket and placed it on the wooden desk.
"Hey, girly. Sign me out." Dorrin said with a low and dark voice.
"Yes sir!" the woman squealed as she swiftly stamped Dorrin's file.
Dorrin stuffed his file into his trousers' pocket. Dorrin trudged to the exit with his younger brother tailing him. The woman watched the brotherly pair leave the building as she fixed her glasses.
"Good morning Emma!" called a cheery voice.
The woman was approached by another woman who wore a beautiful pink dress with white flowers pattern. She had shining blonde hair, ruby eyes and stunning daisy-white skin.
"Good morning, Sunny..." Emma muttered.
"My dear! Are you doing okay? You look like you seen a ghost." Sunny said as she poked Emma's shoulder.
"Hey, Sunny. Can I ask you a question?" Emma asked.
Sunny tilted her head and hummed. "What is it, Doll?"
"Did you know Dorrin had a brother?"
"He has a brother?! Goodness no!" Sunny gasped. "Tell me what happened. What's the word on beary scary Dorrin?" She sat next to Emma.
"Well..."
Dorrin and Walz were seated in front of a dark oak door, inside an awfully tall building. They waited for a couple of minutes before a young and beautiful woman exited out of the door.
"He may see you now." the woman said as she guided Dorrin and Walz into their father's office.
The brothers' footsteps creaked against the wooden floor. They walked toward a dark oak desk. There was a man sliver hair with his chair faced back toward Dorrin and Walz. There was a moment of silence before Dorrin yawned loudly. The sliver-haired man turned his chair around and eyed Walz then at Dorrin.
"It is good to see you came, Dorrin." the elderly man spoke.
"I wish I could say the same, Frank." Dorrin clicked his tongue.
"Is that really how you treat your own father?" Frank scowled.
"The last times I ever called you father was when I was in court and when you and Ma split ways. So you can't say that I have the best memories with ya." Dorrin smirked.
"So bold and hard-headed. Just like your mother." Frank remarked.
"Thanks. I'm proud of it, unlike you apparently since you always carry around that broad with ya." Dorrin said with a casual expression.
"What are you blabbering about?" Frank gritted his teeth.
"Come on old man, don't play dumb with me." Dorrin started.
"That woman before she is your assistant, isn't she? And yet, for an assistant, her clothes were awfully wrinkled. Her forehead was also unusually shining as well, which gives me the impression she was sweating buckets." Dorrin smirked.
"Dorry," Walz warned.
"And let's just point the obvious." Dorrin chuckled.
"Which is?" Frank said with a low tone.
Dorrin grinned widely. "Her perfume. The same perfume that reeks this entire room. How bold of you to commit naughty actions before your sons' arrival."
"Dorrin!" Walz yelled.
Frank held up his hand, Walz quieted down. Frank glared at Dorrin with cold eyes while Dorrin himself continued to grin. Frank sighed in defeat. Frank opened one of his drawers before he placed a document file on his desk.
Dorrin huffed as he picked up the file. "What is this SH*T?"
"Are you aware of the man who goes by the name: The Electro Feaster?" Frank questioned.
"HA! Know of him? Half of my entire department was assigned to the case to catch this fella." Dorrin remarked.
"Then that makes things easier," Frank said.
Dorrin raised a brow before he darted his eyes in the file. Walz peeked over Dorrin's shoulder. The file in question contained little notes and several pictures. The pictures in detail were of a kid in his or her early teen years. The young teenager had long blonde hair and bronze skin. The teenager had a specific type of clothes colour theme, yellow.
"What's an Extone folk doing in these parts?" Dorrin asked as he glanced at his father.
"We don't know yet. What we do know is this person is The Electro Feaster." Frank stated.
"This guy? He's only a kid?" Dorrin said.
"Looks can be deceiving. You of all people should be aware of that." Frank replied.
Dorrin clicked his tongue. "What do you want?"
"I want you to capture him." Frank bluntly stated.
"Out of the question, Electro Feaster or not. I swore on that day when they let me out of prison. I would never involve myself in kidnapping ever again. End of discussion." Dorrin growled before he stomped to the door.
"Dorry, wait!" Walz called, but Dorrin didn't bat an eye.
Before Dorrin reached the door, Frank spoke. "I'll be waiting when you change your mind!"
Dorrin finally halted his footsteps as he turned himself with a murderous glare.
"The only reason I haven't already put you six feet under is because of what my Ma told me. So I would watch myself if I were you." Dorrin spoke in a voice that sounded inhuman.
Frank didn't respond. Dorrin walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Dorrin walked out of the building with a scowled expression. He kept strolling down the sidewalk with odd stares until he reached an apartment building. He trudged the godforsaken stairs. He stood in front of a door with the number eleven template on it. Dorrin dug into his pocket before he pulled out a key ring with a few keys and a cat keychain attached to it. Dorrin unlocked the door before he enter inside.
The apartment was far too small for a large man like himself. Nevertheless, the rent was cheap and he could walk to his work within five minutes.
"Sweetheart, I'm home," Dorrin called while he took off his shoes.
A small meow echoed in the small apartment. Dorrin smiled as he walked over to the living room area. In the living room area, he saw a big fluffy cat laying on Dorrin's armchair. Dorrin chuckled before he lifted the fluff ball off his chair. Dorrin sat on his chair as he rested his cat on his lap. The cat purred loudly.
"Were you good while Papa was gone?" Dorrin asked.
The cat meowed before it climbed on Dorrin's chest and gave Dorrin a few licks on his cheek.
"Kisses? Well, isn't someone being gracious today~." Dorrin cooed.
The cat meowed as it was placed back on Dorrin's lap again.
"Not right now, Sweetheart. Papa had a stressful day today." Dorrin said as he leaned back.
"Maybe tomorrow..." Dorrin said before he fell asleep.