Jeffery Lannister

An eighty-two-year-old man with the looks of a young man in his late forties scrolled through the files on the hologram projected from his smartwatch. 

These were the files arranged by his personal assistant, who was on leave since her brother was part of the casualty of the confrontation with the guardsmen.

His brown curly hair matched his brown eyes and beard. A chime from his smartwatch slithered into his ears. He made a swiping gesture, and the message appeared.

"Aylin did what!" Jeffrey bellowed as his eyes flashed. "Take me to Aylin's place now!"

His driver nodded and communicated with the convoy protecting Jeffery; the family head. All three cars made a U-turn and drove toward the east of the core zone.

A few minutes later, a vehicle entered the compound of an enormous mansion owned by Lady Aylin; Matriarch of the Faceless.

Bam!