A young, fairly handsome man, looking to be in his early thirties, was pacing back and forth with a panicked expression in his modernly and elegantly designed office, a soft jazz tune playing in the background.
His hair, which was tied into a short ponytail, was raven black and his eyes were a light-shade of brown.
Dressed impeccably in a suit and tie, the man kept pacing back and forth, his mind racing as he realized the extent of the damage he had inevitably had a hand in.
He had woken up this morning, only to witness, through a video, what seemed to be a bright golden ray of light, literally obliterating the entire Allied Islands Central Government Headquarters.
Nothing was left in the vicinity except a gaping wide hole that had almost unfathomable depths.
