OSWALD strode into his mansion, the air of nonchalance that usually surrounded him firmly in place. The towering walls of his home provided little comfort from the constant threats looming over him, but he had long since learned to wear an aura of indifference. Behind him, the door shut with a soft click, sealing the world outside, for now.

Nathan appeared almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for his arrival. His face was tense, betraying none of the calm that Oswald often demanded from his staff. Even though Nathan had been with him for years, serving as his trusted right hand, he still couldn't hide the growing concern...