Prologue: The Price to Pay

Heavy doors opened to admit a man in a black, hooded trench-coat. The guards watched him pass by with wary glances; the man was not one to visit often, and usually someone would die shortly afterwards.

The doors closed behind the man, securing privacy, and he walked up to a throne, bowing down on one knee before the man seated. "Good day to you, Your Majesty. Who needs to die this time?"

The man on the throne looked at him grimly. "Mr. Wammy, are you aware of the war efforts against Japan?"

"Naturally. You're losing." The man, Quillish Wammy, said simply. "Being defeated by the ones we defeated in the 2nd World War must feel humiliating. Is it bad leadership?"

"How dare you!" A guard began to pull out his sword. The King held out a hand to halt him.

"What yousay is true. I was hasty, didn't expect them to fight back. We are losing." The King leaned forward a bit. "Will your army do better?"

Wammy stood up and smirked. "The reward?"

"Do this and you will be paid anything you desire." The King said firmly.

Wammy chuckled, turning to go. "I must warn you, I am very pricey. I wonder if you can afford it?" He walked out, the heavy doors slamming behind him.