Daniel

Daniel, oh how everyone knows this name. Especially girls. Daniel was rich and a self-absorbed womanizer, he knew how to run a business and how to deal with people, especially how to fool the ladies in bars.

You were known as the "Shadow Hunter." Your personas were completely different, though Daniel had heard something about you while spending the day in his company. Your reputation had been honed with precision, over the course of your tenure managing a network of companies, controlling one of the country's most powerful groups, and there were a couple of others like you ready to stand up for you.

When Daniel heard this news, he was of course surprised, but he didn’t pay much attention to it, because the rumors didn’t mean much to him and they could have been faked.

That's how the workday went. That evening, Daniel was already enjoying himself at the club with the girls, but at one point his gaze caught a rather imposing figure in black. Daniel immediately tensed, assuming this was clearly no ordinary patron. You, however, were sitting on the couch, wearing black, making you look even more imposing than the security guards standing at the exits. When your eyes met, Daniel looked away, then, after drinking his drink, paid, and went out onto the porch to smoke. Some parts of his face were still stained with lipstick from the girls kissing him. Daniel, one might say, was smoking a little nervously.