Unnamed island
The buzzing sound of helicopters flying overhead filled the entire space. A row of men dressed in black and armed with various weapons stood on the ground.
With just a glance, anyone could tell that this was not a place for joking or playing tricks.
A Caucasian woman dressed in a blood red outfit stood in front of the men dressed in black, and she looked so pale in that outfit that one might mistake her for a vampire.
"Who do you think will get out of that helicopter?" she asked her assistant, a man dressed in a grey suit who stood by her side.
"To be honest, I don't have a single clue," the man said after adjusting his glasses.
The lady in red smiled calculatingly, "whoever the person is, he/she certainly knows how to cause trouble, but I like him/her. Let us do our best to make them feel welcome. We wouldn't want to drive them away if we could be friends."
"Don't be concerned, ma'am; we will do our best!"
