A Manor In Washington DC
"Yes, sir. We've already communicated with the Canadian Federation." A woman spoke hurriedly as she and a man with a thick moustache walked out of the secluded manor. "Sir, you still have that meeting scheduled with the United States' president tomorrow."
"Right, right." Josiah took a long drag from his cigar as they approached his limo. "Tell him I still hope to be present for the meeting." He scoffed. "Although I fail to see what a normal human has to say in matters concerning Hunters and dungeon anomalies."
His driver stood by the car, ready to open the door.
Until a voice resounded around them.
"Saying that like you weren't nothing but a 'normal' human once."
Everyone froze.
Suddenly, the shadows around them stretched unnaturally. Chills crawled down their backs even though there wasn't any wind.
Josiah's jaw clenched.
