OSWALD stood before the large mirror in his bedroom, adjusting the collar of his crisp white shirt with slow, deliberate movements. The air in the room was still, except for the occasional rustling sound as Nathan, rummaged through an open wardrobe.

"You are awfully quiet today boss," Nathan remarked, pulling out a tailored midnight blue tuxedo from the closet and draping it carefully on the edge of the bed.

Oswald, standing tall and collected, let out a low breath.

"What is there to say? It is just another event."

Nathan smirked knowingly but said nothing. It wasn't every day that Oswald made public appearances, especially not with someone on his...