A man emerged out of the door. His attire consists of a formal vest over a white long-sleeved dress shirt, and a tie around its collar, dark pants paired with dark plain shoes. He didn't wear any accessories and looked proper although the expression on his face was grim and grumpy, his eyes were dead and empty and there were bags underneath it as if to show them that he hadn't slept for days. He was fidgeting with the button on the sleeve of his left arm. Who is this man? Alexandra thought to herself as she stared at him.