New York, Wall Street.
The five-story granite building, which once bore the brass plaque of "Knickerbocker Bank," finally welcomed its new owner after a week of silence.
Felix, Catherine, and Tom Hayes stepped into the vast and magnificent bank lobby.
On the marble floor, scraps of paper and debris left behind by depositors during the run on the bank last week were still scattered.
The air was filled with a desolate scent, a mixture of despair and dust.
"Unbelievable," Catherine murmured, looking up at the high, intricately carved dome.
"A week ago, this was one of the busiest places on Wall Street. Now it's like an abandoned mausoleum."
"All dynasties are replaced, Catherine," Felix said calmly, without a hint of lament. "The mausoleum of the old king is the cornerstone of the new king."
"So," Hayes rubbed his hands together and asked excitedly, "Boss, what will your kingdom be called?"
