An hour before sunrise.
Inside a luxurious office illuminated by a chandelier suspended on the ceiling, has tall windows with rolled-up blinds, a plush chair fit for a boss, and a shelf full of documents and journals, the sound of a furious desk smash filled the air.
"WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT DAMNED B-RANKER IS STILL NOT FOUND?!" roared a bald middle-aged man, his head reflecting a shine of the chandelier's light.
"S-S-Sir Baldwin! P-Please calm yourself, y-you'll lose more ha– err, excessive anger is bad for your heart."
Veins popped at the sides of the bald boss' head after hearing the words of his tall, long-haired, bespectacled subordinate, his body shaking in utter fury.
"You mere underling…Lushmane, you dare…did you just almost say that I'll lose more hair even though I have none left? Have you actually grown the balls to mock me? Hnngghh…DO YOU WANT ME TO RIP YOUR SCALP OFF RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW?!"
