Lomas de Chapultepec, Mexico City
Alejandro Calderón Virelles sat in his study, a monocle fixed over his left eye as he flipped through images of the cursed weapons expected to arrive that night. His eyes gleamed with excitement, a greedy light dancing within them.
He pinched the tip of his pointed mustache and let out a giggle that carried an oddly crude edge, like the satisfied snort of a man indulging in something he should not.
Bam!
The door swung open without warning, and a towering figure stepped into the room. The man's frame was grotesquely powerful, his upper body heavily built, his arms unnaturally larger than his legs, giving him a shape that resembled a beast more than a man.
Yet despite that intimidating physique, he carried himself with the composure of a refined gentleman. He wore a perfectly tailored butler's suit, his long gray hair and mustache neatly slicked back.
This was Mateo, his butler and personal assistant.
"Your guests have arrived…"
Bam!
