Somewhere else, inside a spacious office.
A middle-aged man with a large scar across his face sat at the table as he looked at the documents in his hands.
He was engrossed in his work and did not move from his position for a long time until a series of knocking reached his ears.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The scarred man briefly gazed up before speaking:
"Come in."
The door slowly opened and a middle-aged woman walked in. She bowed respectfully at the man and said:
"Boss, the president wishes to see you."
The scarred man's eyes narrowed. He kept quiet for a moment, then he replied:
"I'll see him in five minutes."
***
Sunday morning, Avarose's train station.
Layers upon layers of snow piled up on the ground as cold air permeated the atmosphere. The cold seemed to be able to seep into the bones of every living thing.
Citizens came back and forth around the station as they waited for the next train to arrive.