— Meanwhile – ??? —
Inside an office filled with strange and alien equipment, a middle-aged man in a suit rummaged through drawers and shelves, clearly frustrated. He was Luther Rook, the current candidate running for city-state governor and the penthouse owner.
"God damn it! Where is it?" Luther cursed out loud.
He had been searching for his personal tablet since last night. When he couldn't find it at home, he assumed he must have left it at his secret base. But even after tearing apart the office for hours, it was nowhere to be found.
While Luther continued turning the room upside down, a large silhouette entered the office.
The figure wore a long black leather trench coat and matching gloves, concealing most of his features except for his massive muscular frame and height, easily over two meters. But what truly set him apart was his face. His skin was rough, almost like rhino hides, and a pale gray, as if drained of all blood.
