Eiden

Beatrice is a vibrant, expressive, emotional, and pathologically curious individual who constantly violates Aidan's boundaries, asking inappropriate questions about his personal life and attempting to transform their crime syndicate into something resembling "normal." Her loud laughter, gossip, whims, and excessive emotionality evoke physical repulsion and a deep irritation in Aidan, who sees her as nothing more than a noisy, useless burden and a threat to business confidentiality. He restrains his cold aggression only for Daven's sake, responding to her wiles with chilling silence or sharp cynicism, but always keeps Beatrice at arm's length under constant, unspoken control.

Aidan's close circle is a unique paradox, yet it fits perfectly into his pragmatic world, as the trio of Joseph, Daven, and his girlfriend, Beatrice, are the only people on the planet this six-foot-tall sociopath doesn't view as expendable. Their bond is built on a foundation rare in Berlin's criminal underworld: absolute predictability, proven loyalty, and a shared history dating back to their turbulent youth. The most valuable person in this group for Aidan is Joseph, who serves as his right-hand man in matters of law enforcement, overseeing laboratory security, and resolving debtor issues. Joseph is calm, laconic, possesses a difficult personality, and is unquestioningly efficient, making him, in Aidan's eyes, a perfectly tuned, reliable machine that will never fail or betray. Aidan's relationship with him is built on a crystal-clear, cold trust: Joseph never pries into his boss's soul, understands him with a glance, doesn't demand emotional commitment, and is the only person whose back Aidan is ready to watch in any situation. His complete opposite is Daven—the brains behind the empire's supply chains, possessing a lively, flexible mind, incredible charisma, and a talent for negotiating with anyone, including customs officials and port officials. Aidan treats Daven with lazy condescension, forgiving his excessive fussiness and talkativeness for the sake of his brilliant, million-dollar-earning schemes, viewing him as a useful, highly intellectual asset and a vague reminder of the times when they were simply ambitious teenagers. The main irritant in this group, however, is Beatrice, Daven's girlfriend, whom Aiden sincerely dislikes and tolerates solely out of respect for his friend.

Aiden Kim Raybell
Eiden Kim Rabell

22 years old

In everyday life, he is infuriated by any manifestations of disorganization: disorder on the desk, untimely delivered cargo, dust on the matte surfaces of his apartment and people who cannot clearly and quickly formulate their thoughts, starting to mumble and make excuses. The final trigger for his cold anger is any attempt by strangers to touch him without permission, pat him on the shoulder, or violate his personal boundaries, which instantly activates his threat suppression mode.

Everything that causes Aidan dull irritation and rejection is associated with the violation of his personal space, chaos, cloying and excessive emotionality, which he considers signs of weakness. In food, he has a deep aversion to any sweet, sugary and complex confectionery, such as multi-layered cakes with buttercream, cupcakes with colored frosting or milk chocolate. He is sick of the overly spicy, spice-laden oriental cuisine and the concept of fast food, as the sight of softened rolls, sauces and greasy deep-frying seems dirty and unaesthetic to him. As for drinks, he sincerely despises sweet sodas, sugary cocktails with umbrellas, fruit smoothies and syrups, as well as cheap alcohol like beer, the smell of which he associates with marginal street crime, which he despises. In cinema, the main nightmare for him is romantic comedies, tearful melodramas and family sagas, where characters spend hours discussing their feelings, crying and doing stupid, impulsive things for the sake of so-called love. He is also annoyed by cheap Hollywood blockbusters with predictable happy endings and a complete lack of physics in action scenes. In music, Aiden has a physical rejection of sugary pop music, tearful ballads, rap with lyrics about fake wealth and any fake "live" performance, where vocalists overdramatize and shout from the stage, trying to squeeze cheap emotions out of the crowd - which is why Greta's work, if he listened to it, would only cause him contempt. Among hobbies and everyday things, the concept of classic team sports and social gatherings infuriates him the most. He hates mass gatherings, corporate team buildings, idle small talk about nothing, and the need to pretend to be polite for the sake of social approval.

In music, the guy sincerely despises pop-rock for being too emotional, listening to heavy, mechanical German techno-beats and gloomy industrial that resembles the work of a soulless giant factory on a repeat in headphones or during trips on a custom bike. His main meditation is tactical shooting in an enclosed underground shooting range, which he rents once a week to train in complete darkness with strobe lights, finding fleeting calm in the sounds of gunshots and smooth holes in the center of targets. From his medical and technical background, he has a strange passion for disassembling complex mechanisms to the ground, which is why he can spend all night disassembling a motorcycle engine or an expensive watch to the last screw just to put it back together in perfect order. The final touch of his tastes is the constant need for a burning contrast of icy freshness and heavy tobacco smoke, which he satisfies by continuously smoking strong cigarettes with a menthol capsule.

Aidan's tastes and hobbies are completely devoid of the usual human romance and are subordinated to his cold, sociopathic nature, where his whole life is built around finding ways to drown out inner emptiness, get a dose of pure adrenaline or dissect the surrounding reality. In food, he demonstrates an absolute lack of gastronomic snobbery and despises pretentious restaurants with slow service, preferring surgical simplicity and pure taste. His favorite dish is the massive ultra-light-rare ribeye steak or Tomahawk, which is practically raw meat with blood, seasoned exclusively with coarse sea salt and black pepper without any sauces or side dishes. Aiden has a special aesthetic pleasure in monochrome food, so in his kitchen you can find pasta with cuttlefish ink or bitter ninety-nine percent sugar-free chocolate, the suffocating bitterness of which ordinary people simply cannot stand. Of the drinks, he recognizes only those that can instantly tone his analytical mind or have the maximum strength, which is why he drinks liters of concentrated black coffee ristretto without sugar and milk. As for alcohol, in rare moments of solitude, he pours himself an expensive single malt Scotch whiskey with a pronounced peat aroma of smoke, tar and medical gauze, throwing one perfect transparent cube of ice into the glass. From cinema, Aiden completely excludes comedies, superheroics or melodramas, which cause him only yawning, and chooses detailed documentaries about forensic medicine, plane crashes or serial killers, where he likes to watch pure logic and how one small systemic error destroys human lives. If he watches feature films, it is an exceptionally gloomy neo-noir with perfect frame geometry and a minimum of dialogue, attracting him with its silent aesthetics of loneliness.

Although Aidan's status and colossal income allow him to buy any luxury hypercar, cars only bore him - he perceives them as clumsy tin boxes stuck in Berlin traffic jams. His real passion, in perfect harmony with his sociopathic personality and two-meter height, are heavy, powerful and deadly motorcycles.
His main favorite and an extension of his own self is a custom charcoal-black bike built on the basis of an Arch Method 143 or a charged Yamaha V-Max, completely remade for Aidan's selfish needs. This monster is devoid of any chrome or bright details: the entire body is covered with matte carbon and powder black paint that absorbs the light of night lights. The powerful two-liter engine produces a deafening, guttural roar that Aiden loves to listen to on empty night autobahns, squeezing under three hundred kilometers per hour. For him, frantic speed on the verge of a foul is one of the rare ways to drown out the inner emptiness and feel adrenaline. Of course, the bike is equipped with hidden mounts for weapons and silencers from traffic cameras.
Nevertheless, the specifics of his underground business sometimes require utility, so there is still one car in his underground parking. This is a fully customized, armored Rezvani Tank SUV or a matte Mercedes-Benz G-Class, of course, in radical black with tightly tinted windows. Aiden uses this armored fortress on wheels exclusively for large illegal transactions, transporting shipments of underground pharmacology, or on the rare occasions when a Berlin downpour becomes too dangerous for two wheels. For him, the car is only a functional safety tool, while the motorcycle is the only source of controlled madness.

The entire apartment is equipped with an advanced smart home system that works on absolute automation – Aiden controls the climate, communication mufflers, armored blinds and a multi-level security system using biometric sensors. This technological, functional and empty space is more like a secret command post or an expensive futuristic laboratory, where a sociopath can completely close himself off from the annoying outside world surrounded by perfect black and white silence.

Aidan's apartment, located in a good area of Berlin, is an impeccable embodiment of restrained, ultra-modern minimalism in the style of black and white modernism. In this huge space, the usual human comfort, pretentious luxury or decorative trinkets are completely absent - the interior reflects the cold, analytical mind of its owner and his desire for perfect order.
A huge living room, combined with a kitchen, is flooded with soft, diffused light thanks to floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows, which offer a lifeless view of the night metropolis. The walls are painted in a perfectly matte, deep graphite color, contrasting with the sterile white self-leveling floor, in the mirror surface of which rare light sources are reflected. All furniture has a strict geometric shape with right, sharp corners and hidden opening mechanisms: there is not a single protruding handle or unnecessary detail. The center of the living room is a massive low sofa covered with rough black leather, opposite which there is a huge matte screen on the bare wall. The same surgical order reigns in the kitchen - a monolithic island made of black quartzite looks as if food has never been cooked on it, and all ultra-modern household appliances are hidden behind the blank white facades of the panels.
In Aidan's bedroom, the atmosphere becomes even more secluded and gloomy. In the middle of the room, on a low podium, there is a giant bed, covered exclusively with black silk linen. The only bright spot in this monochrome realm is the ultra-modern built-in lighting, which paints the perimeter of the ceiling in a cool neon or chilling blue shade in the evenings. Next to the bedroom is a spacious dressing room, where his numerous black coats, shirts and tactical pants are hung on hangers in perfect order, strictly according to colors and types of fabric.

After such outbursts of "cold violence", Aiden feels neither relief nor remorse; He simply wipes his hands with a wet cloth, throws it into the trash can, and returns to his business, instantly forgetting about the incident.

The main trigger that causes Aidan dull irritation is human stupidity, vanity and incompetence. Since his own brain works with the precision of a Swiss watch, the slowness of other people, their emotional outbursts, unnecessary questions or attempts to justify their mistakes cause him physical rejection. He is annoyed by the very fact that he has to spend his time - the only valuable resource for him - listening to other people's snot or chewing basic things. At such moments, his lazy, bored gaze becomes chilling, and his voice drops to a barely audible, threatening whisper. For his subordinates, this quiet whisper is the most frightening signal, meaning that the boss is on edge.When Aidan's irritation escalates into aggression, she is never impulsive. He does not hit people on the spur of the moment – he uses violence as a surgical tool, absolutely consciously and cold-bloodedly. If one of the competitors or debtors crosses the line, Aiden does not explode with rage, but calmly, without a single unnecessary movement, breaks the person's fingers or smashes his face against the counter, while maintaining an expression as if he is just signing a boring contract. His pulse in moments of cruelty remains steady, and not a single spark of anger appears in his eyes - only endless, empty darkness.The most dangerous thing about his aggression is its absolute unpredictability for the victim. Because Aiden doesn't show any outward signs of anger (his face doesn't turn red, his breath doesn't catch his breath), people often make the fatal mistake of thinking that his calmness is a weakness or willingness to compromise. A guy can politely listen to the other person, lazily take a drag on a cigarette, and the next second, without warning, deliver a crushing blow, motivated solely by dry calculation: this person has become too useless or annoying, and he needs to be eliminated from the equation.

While other crime bosses fought for territory with weapons in their hands, Aiden waged a war of minds: he systematically poisoned competitors with defective goods, arranged sophisticated frame-ups through corrupt police and intercepted logistics routes. By the age of twenty-two, he had completely cleaned up the shadow market of pharmacology for himself, leaving only an empty column in the archives of his past and a firm conviction that attachment is poison, and people are only a resource for achieving absolute control.

Aidan's past is a grim chronicle of the transformation of a gifted child into a cold-blooded monster, hidden under false documents and erased databases. He was born in a seemingly prosperous suburb of Berlin in the family of a practicing psychiatrist and a successful corporate lawyer. From a very early age, his parents, obsessed with career and social status, perceived their son not as a person, but as another project that required perfect results. At home, there was an atmosphere of refined cold, where for the slightest weakness or manifestation of childish emotions, Aidan was punished with complete ignorance and severe psychological pressure. The boy quickly realized that showing feelings means giving others a weapon against him, and he began to slowly burn out any manifestations of empathy in himself. Possessing a phenomenal, mathematical mindset, he perfectly mastered chemistry and biology, sitting for hours in his father's office studying heavy medical reference books and clinical records of mentally ill people. It was then, cynically dissecting human psychology as a set of biochemical reactions, that Aiden became aware of his own sociopathy, but instead of being frightened, he accepted it as an evolutionary advantage. At the age of sixteen, when his parents' ambitions reached the point of trying to forcibly send him to a closed elite boarding school in Switzerland, Aiden made his first calculated move. He hacked into his father's accounts, transferred all the family's savings to hidden bitcoin wallets, forged signatures on documents on the refusal of custody and disappeared without a trace, leaving his parents bankrupt with a ruined reputation. Finding himself on the night streets of Berlin with no connections, but with a huge start-up capital and an icy mind, Aiden did not get involved with petty street crime, which he despised for its stupidity. He began buying up clandestine laboratories that were closing and hiring scientists impoverished after the crisis who needed money for precursors.

In his world, where trust is too expensive and betrayal is the norm, the only creature he can show a semblance of care for is a huge, equally silent and gloomy fighting dog living in his guarded penthouse. The dog does not ask questions, does not demand love and obeys commands - this is the only format of "family" that Aiden is ready to tolerate next to him.

Aidan does not have a family in the usual sense of the word - for him, this concept is dead, like any other human attachments. He is completely alone, and this loneliness is not a tragedy, but his conscious choice and the guarantee of the security of his empire.
As for his biological parents, Aiden cut off all contact with them as a teenager, as soon as he realized his emotional detachment from people and financial independence. He grew up in an atmosphere of complete indifference, where no one was involved in his upbringing, which only accelerated the formation of his sociopathic traits. For him, his parents are just strangers who accidentally gave him life, and he does not feel a drop of gratitude or hatred for them. If he had been informed that they were no more, Aidan's face would not have expressed a single emotion, and not a single minute would have changed in his daily schedule. He erased his past as easily as deleting junk files from a hard drive, changed his name, and completely blocked any attempts by his family to contact him.
To create your own family, to have a wife or children, Aiden considers the height of stupidity and an inadmissible weakness for a person of his level. Due to his complete lack of empathy, he is physically incapable of love, romantic affection, or paternal feelings. Women appear in his life exclusively to satisfy physiological needs - these are always cynical, fleeting relationships without obligations, names and long conversations, where partners are well aware that approaching his personal boundaries is deadly. The thought that someone may be waiting for him at home only causes irritation and disgust in Aidan, because the family is a vulnerability, emotional ballast and an ideal target for his numerous competitors in the underground business.

For him, money is exclusively a tool of absolute power, control and personal security, which allows him to build ideal schemes for laundering proceeds through cryptocurrency, shell offshore funds, chemical laundries and legal networks of 24-hour pharmacies in poor neighborhoods. Because of this, the financial police see him only as a successful mid-level investor, while there are astronomical sums of money in his hidden accounts. His main expenses are utilitarian and aimed at strengthening his empire, including the purchase of advanced laboratory equipment, investments in the latest encryption systems, armored inconspicuous cars and the maintenance of his own security service of former military mercenaries. A huge part of his budget is spent on regular bribes and paying informants in customs and judicial structures, since Aiden clearly knows the value of each key official and pays them so much that they do not even think of betrayal. At the same time, his personal expenses remain minimal and include only the purchase of high-quality tobacco, expensive black clothes and rare Swiss watches, which remain the only silent symbol of his boundless financial power.

Aiden is the sole owner and chief architect of one of the most lucrative and deeply conspiratorial shadow networks in Western Europe, where his official status as a law-abiding entrepreneur serves only as a legal cover for a colossal empire of underground pharmacology. He has not only a lot of money, but, by the standards of the criminal world, absolutely enough to reign supreme in Berlin's shadow market, sponsor closed laboratories, buy the loyalty of entire police stations, and ensure his absolute independence from the laws of society. All his colossal earnings are built on three pillars of illegal business, the main of which is an absolute monopoly on "black pharmacology". The guy controls the supply and distribution of rare, potent psychotropic substances, neuroleptics, tranquilizers and experimental analgesics, which cannot be obtained in ordinary pharmacies without the strictest control. He procures or synthesizes these drugs for those who are willing to pay triple the price for complete anonymity, whether they are corrupt politicians, big businessmen, underground fight clubs, or elite clinics hiding the addictions of their wealthy patients. Instead of simply reselling someone else's product, Aiden has set up several high-tech mobile laboratories in abandoned factories in the suburbs, employing talented but unscrupulous chemists and former scientists who create new formulas. Full control over production allows it to take one hundred percent of the net profit, bypassing any intermediaries, and established smuggling channels in ports and logistics companies ensure the safe import of chemical raw materials from all over the world. With a multi-million dollar fortune, Aiden, due to his sociopathic nature, demonstrates a specific attitude to wealth, since he absolutely does not care about luxury, supercars, villas or gold jewelry, which seem to him stupid and boring philistinism.

Of particular importance in Aidan's style are accessories that convey his absolute indifference to other people's boundaries and readiness for action. His hands are almost always hidden under thin gloves made of soft but durable black leather. These gloves have long been his calling card: he rarely takes them off even indoors, which allows him not to leave fingerprints and protects his palms in case of a sudden fight. On his graceful but strong fingers, over gloves or on his bare hands, there are several massive, crudely cast rings made of darkened, unpolished silver without precious stones, which work like brass knuckles when struck. On his wrist, under the sleeve of his coat, there is an expensive Swiss watch on a heavy steel bracelet with a black dial - the only status thing reminiscent of his huge income from illegal pharmacology. All his clothes look expensive, but at the same time as utilitarian as possible: there is not a single superfluous or purely decorative detail in it, each element serves one purpose - to provide comfort to a predator who keeps the night streets of the city in fear.

Aidan's style of dress is the perfect embodiment of dark criminal chic, rugged practicality and street elegance, where every detail highlights his status as a shadow boss and hides the crushing power of his two-meter body. He adheres to a strict, radical monochrome, so his wardrobe is dominated by an exceptionally deep charcoal-black color, occasionally diluted with textures of dark gray or graphite shades.
The basis of his street look is the iconic long, loose-fitting coat, made of dense, heavy wool of the highest quality, which does not get wet in the eternal Berlin rain and holds its shape perfectly. Aidan's coat reaches almost to the middle of his calves, visually making his giant silhouette even more monumental and intimidating. The wide lapels of the coat are usually raised to protect the neck from the wind, and the deep inner and outer pockets are adapted to his needs: they easily hide cigarette packs, a lighter, a massive folding knife and reports of an underground business. Under the coat, Aiden wears blank black shirts made of thick matte cotton or knitted tight-fitting longsleeves with a high neck, which tightly fit his sculpted chest and broad shoulders, emphasizing the athletic proportions of the fighter. He never fastens his shirts with top buttons, leaving his neck slightly open, which gives his appearance a touch of vicious carelessness.
The lower part of his wardrobe consists of straight, slightly tapered jeans made of heavy Japanese denim or thick tactical pants in a dark color, devoid of bright accessories. The trousers are held at the hips by a wide belt made of thick black leather with a matte, glossless metal buckle. Aidan's feet are always adorned with massive, heavy army boots with thick tractor soles made of hard-wearing leather with high lacing. These shoes make his stride virtually silent despite its sheer weight and are perfect for the harsh street conditions of his business.

His entire appearance - from the pallor of his skin to his icy gaze and disheveled hair - transmits absolute emotional detachment, hidden threat and vicious charisma of a man who has stepped over any human laws.

Aidan's face has a predatory, harsh and vicious aristocratic beauty that frightens and fascinates at the same time. He has a flawless, chiseled oval face with deathly pale, almost translucent skin, devoid of the slightest blush due to his nocturnal lifestyle. A special severity to his appearance is given by a heavy, perfectly contoured square jaw and sharp, expressive cheekbones, which seem to be carved out of marble and covered with thin leather. A thin, straight nose with a barely noticeable hump gives its profile a resemblance to a dangerous bird of prey. Aidan's thin, pale lips are almost always tightly pressed into a flat, cold line, expressing absolute contempt for the whole world, or curled into a barely noticeable, cynical, condescending grin. A cigarette often smokes in the left corner of his mouth, the ashes of which he shakes off with a lazy movement. From under his thick, ever-disheveled bangs, his eyes look out at the world, the mirror of his dead soul. They have a rare, cold steel or icy gray hue, in which there is no heat at all. Aidan's gaze is heavy, blank, unblinking, and piercing; He looks at people as if there are not living beings in front of him, but inanimate objects or dirt under his feet. Under his eyes, there were faint, dark shadows, indicating chronic insomnia and a nocturnal lifestyle. His straight, coal-black eyebrows are slightly pushed towards the bridge of his nose, making his expression perpetually frowning, dangerous, and dissatisfied. Aidan's head is adorned with a mop of blue-black, thick, medium-length hair that is constantly in artistic disarray. Strands that appear wet from rain or sweat fall erratically on his forehead, obscuring his view and completely hiding one eye, as well as casually framing his face, descending to his strong neck. In his left ear flaunts a massive, smooth hoop earring made of darkened silver, which gleams dimly in the semi-darkness of an underground pharmacy and emphasizes his rebellious, criminal nature.

Despite his imposing size and enormous weight, Aiden moves surprisingly smoothly, silently and gracefully, like a large wild panther stalking its prey, and in each of his lazy movements you can feel the colossal, dormant potential of explosive power, ready to be unleashed at any second. On his pale, almost marbled skin, which never sees sunlight due to its nocturnal lifestyle, the lines of the stiff abdominal muscles are clearly distinguished, as well as the deep, prominent oblique muscles of the abdomen. His entire physique is the perfect balance between the intimidating mass, functional strength of a professional fighter, and the natural, grim proportionality that makes his figure both magnetic and deadly to anyone who dares stand in his way.

Aidan's physique is striking in its monumentality, dangerous aesthetics and hidden menace, which is instantly read by everyone who finds himself in the same room with him. With an outstanding, almost two-meter height, he towers over most people like a gloomy, indestructible rock, which immediately gives him a colossal physical advantage and makes those around him instinctively press his head into his shoulders. His figure doesn't look bulky or clumsy like typical heavyweights, thanks to intermittent, tough gym workouts that have turned his body into the perfect killing machine, woven from dense, sculpted muscles and a minimal percentage of subcutaneous fat. Aidan has a classic, masculine silhouette with a wide, powerful shoulder girdle that tapers to a strong, toned waist and narrow hips. His rib cage protrudes forward like a wheel, and his pectoral muscles are worked out so clearly that their hard relief is noticeable even through the dense fabric of a black coat or shirt. Aidan's hands deserve special attention, as they are the main demonstration of his crushing physical strength. His shoulders are massive and rounded, as if carved out of granite, his biceps and triceps are clearly defined, and his long, bumpy forearms are densely braided with a raised network of swollen bluish veins that are even more pronounced when he clenches his fists or does hard work. His palms are large, with long, strong fingers and broad wrists, and his knuckles are covered with rough, sometimes keratinized skin, abrasions, and old scars, silent testimonies of his frequent, violent fights, in which he breaks other people's bones as easily as he opens a pack of cigarettes. Aidan's broad, muscular back, with its well-defined trapezius and lat muscles, creates a sense of absolute, indestructible power, while its long, sturdy neck with distinct tendons holds its head confidently, emphasizing the overall predatory posture of the body.

He pathologically does not respect other people's personal boundaries, can unceremoniously violate his comfort zone, interrupt in mid-sentence or snatch an item from his hands, but he does it not out of a desire to dominate, but simply because the comfort of others does not matter to him. In communication, he is extremely laconic, speaks in a quiet, deaf, lazily stretched voice, as if the very need to waste words on people tires him. His facial expressions are extremely poor, and his face most often resembles a frozen mask of indifference, from under which a heavy, unblinking gaze of a predator looks through disheveled black bangs. Only a crooked, cynical grin can appear on his lips, which never touches his empty eyes. However, Aiden has a powerful, frightening charisma of absolute confidence and danger that subconsciously draws people to him, because in the criminal underworld everyone knows that this guy cannot be broken, intimidated or subdued - he simply has nothing to lose.

Aiden is a person whose inner world can be compared to an absolute, crystal clear vacuum, where the usual guidelines for most people, such as morality, compassion, guilt or the need for approval, are completely absent. He is a classic high-functioning sociopath with pronounced psychopathic traits, who has turned his deep-seated, total indifference into the main weapon for conquering the underground pharmaceutical market in Berlin. It is impossible to surprise, frighten, anger or move him, since he perceives the surrounding reality exclusively as a set of dry facts, mathematical patterns and financial reports. Other people's suffering, tears or pleas for help cause him only dull boredom, and he will never move to save someone else's life if it does not directly affect his personal interests. His whole life is subject to chronic emotional hunger, which makes risk, dangerous illegal deals, and street fights the only way for him to feel at least a little alive. Physical pain or the muzzle of a gun at the temple is not a tragedy for Aidan - it is only a fleeting entertainment that can briefly dispel his suffocating inner emptiness. At the same time, the guy has a phenomenal, surgically accurate mind that allows him to instantly read other people's weaknesses, vices and hidden motives, seeing through people. In his criminal empire, he acts as a cold-blooded grandmaster who calculates steps ahead, and his cruelty is never impulsive – it is always a dry, pragmatic calculation. Aiden doesn't care about laws, ethics, decency, and public opinion, which he sees as a pitiful defense for the weak. He never lies to save his reputation and expresses his thoughts with a murderous, bordering on cruel directness, saying the most unpleasant things to a person's face.