[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: BULGASAL ~ NAM HYE SEUNG & JEON JUNGHOON]
In an isolated penthouse in the city of Archidon, a man in his late sixties who didn't look anything like his age smoked a big brown cigarette with his back resting on the couch, and a half-empty glass of whiskey on the stool in front of him. The sound of classical song played from his record, giving the whole house an eerie vibe.
The owner of the foundation, blessed with chestnut brown hair, opened his midnight black eyes when he noticed someone's movement.
"You know you shouldn't be sneaking around me. I get defensive and I bite," he said, taking another drag from his smoke.
The person he was talking to didn't reply but started walking away towards the door with his back facing him.
