Within a darkened space, and right in front of a large screen, a white furred creature sat down, wearing a twin tux, and red eyes with a monocle that further enlarged one of his eyes. He looked annoyed, to the point of anger. Watching events unfold in a way he didn't like, expect nor could he ever admit to be brilliant.
The glow of the screen painted his fur in cold flickers, turning the polished buttons of his tux into tiny flashing stars. The air smelled faintly of ink and old parchment, the kind of place that was never meant to be comfortable, only functional. Even the chair beneath him looked more ceremonial than practical, as if it had been designed for sitting through eternities, not enjoying them.
