TWAO Eldoria City Headquarters.
Later Afternoon.
The tall, imposing building of the TWAO loomed over the bustling street below. A steady stream of people flowed in and out, most wearing dark, formal attire that gave off an air of serious business. The interior was just as formidable, with polished marble floors and walls that seemed to gleam under the bright overhead lights.
Several agents, clad in black and blue uniforms with the TWAO emblem on their shoulders, were escorting a muscular man through the lobby. The man had a thick mustache and a furious expression, his hands bound by sturdy chains.
"Release me! Why are you doing this?" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. "Do you know who I am? I am the owner of Golden Dragon Sanctuary!" His eyes darted around, desperately searching for someone who might listen, someone who might care.
