In the presidential suite of a luxurious hotel in the capital city of Zui Gao, the mountainous country of Chaneya, an elderly man kneeled before a man wearing a royal blue robe with a hood.
It was unknown whether the man was young or old as the hood concealed the upper portion of his face, showing only his lips and chin. The blue hood added an aura of intrigue to the enigmatic man.
The hooded figure sneered down at the elderly man still kneeling before him. He reveled at the sight of the once-proud scion of Chaneya's most esteemed family reduced to such a humbling position.
"I bet you never thought you'd live to see this day," the hooded man remarked, a cold smirk playing across his lips.
"Grandpa, please stand up. You need not humiliate yourself like this." A man in his early twenties helped the old man get up, but the elderly man was rooted to where he was and continued kneeling.
