Titan Tower.
A hundred-story skyscraper.
Julius Reed sat on the rooftop, feeling the piercing spring breeze against his face.
It's often said that heights are chilly.
But he let the fierce wind whip his clothes into a loud flutter.
And yet he was unmoved.
Having long occupied high positions, he had grown accustomed to such cold winds.
Below.
Countless buildings were as tiny as ants.
The entirety of Gonzalez City seemed to be within his view.
At this moment.
Two sets of footsteps slowly approached.
"It's quite cold up here!"
Leopold Fairchild took the elevator to the roof, instinctively tightening his clothes about him.
He saw a man sitting in the very center of the helipad.
"Is that… the boss?"
He squinted, sizing up the figure cautiously.
But all he could see was a dark silhouette.
"Indeed, that's our boss,"
Terry Moore nodded, speaking expressionlessly.
They walked briskly, partly because the rooftop was truly cold.
