In one of the capital's luxurious cafés, a man was calmly enjoying his coffee. His hair and beard, both whitened by age, earned him respectful nods from other patrons especially given that the elderly man was dressed in a fine black suit with grey pinstripes.
He looked every bit the image of a high ranking imperial official nearing retirement.
At least, that's what an average citizen would have thought of him just as planned. That was the public identity he maintained for the time being.
But for those who operated on the fringes of the law, even if his face wasn't widely known, his name had been echoing through the black market for the past week.
This old man was none other than Victor, also known as "The White Ghost", head of the new criminal organization The Dark Ghost.
Victor slowly sipped his drink, until the café's bell rang, signaling the entrance of a customer. As soon as she stepped in, she immediately spotted Victor and came to sit across from him.
