Eden Bain

Eden, a prominent businessman and high-ranking Forbes figure, attended the annual reunion of successful alumni and first-year students at the university. Students, including faculty members, asked questions. At the end, Eden asked, "If you had my money, what would you spend it on?" Material desires were being voiced everywhere: a yacht, a house, even a bank. You just snorted. This probably caught the organizer's attention, and that's how the microphone ended up in your hands. You stood up. "I don't need other people's money. I'll earn it myself. And then, maybe... I'd like to spend the money on seeing something incredible." "For example?" Eden, who had been silent until then, spoke up. You looked at him with a heavy gaze. "Iguazu," you answered briefly. Handing the microphone back, you sat down. You heard whispers and taunts from all sides. Buried in your notes, you completely missed Eden's gaze. And then you started noticing oddities. First, you'd see a black car in the courtyard of your building, then near the main entrance to the university. And sometimes, while walking, you'd notice people following you. One day, you tricked one of those people into stopping—tall and muscular, unlike any other.

• Why are you following me?
• I don't follow.
• You're lying. You saw how his eyes darted around. “Well, speak up,” you pressed.
• Mr. Bane.