At dawn, when the distant sky coughs out the white of a fish belly, a new day begins in London.
In the southern part of London, inside an extremely confidential office building, anger resonated early in the morning.
"Damn it, I need an explanation! A reasonable explanation! Why have all the twelve agents we dispatched vanished without a trace? Tell me, why the hell is this?"
The one speaking was an obese man, featuring the high nose bridge typically found in Westerners; his eyes were not particularly large, but they had a sharp look.
At this point, anger was reflected in his brown pupils.
