GWEN STEFANI’S AWESOME vocals were just fading as Albert was parking his car at the back of the mansion. He entered the basement lot to spot five sedans identical to each other to his dismay. He anticipated as much as he can, but this is Alfred Enterprise: a normal business empire at the front, but hid on its six was a more sinister legacy.  Albert did not know how it started for he was also just a passer-by in the grand scheme, but when he and his brother got adopted by the Baron, their lives have been catapulted to a trajectory they’d never expected. And this descent flung him towards these stairs he’s elevating from. He tried to hide the fear in his face as he approached the butlers stationed at the hallway nearest to the door. 

THE BUTLERS OUTSIDE the meeting room have their ears almost bleeding due to the chorus of unpleasantly reoccurring sounds from the conundrummed men inside. They argued about the position they are in when Albert casually told them that Caine is planning to kill all of them.   The noisier ones, Charlotte, Roosevelt and Oswald kept arguing about; either the credibility of this intel; or the fact that they should change Albert’s mission to target Caine instead. Gustav is trying his best to calm the rowdy crowd, while Gilliam and Pierre looked towards the cause of all the commotion.  

MARGARET OPENED THE door to see Charles behind the hinged wood waiting for her. Her eyes immediately went to the similar ring he wore at his finger. She’s so fed up with the thoughts of the other fish she hadn’t reeled in that she allowed the person in her midst to come flood her that she had coming.  “Sorry I didn’t get to follow you up after your meeting with Mr. Meyer. I had back-to-back ones myself since yesterday,” he leaned in for a kiss.  Margaret, in her ever-overflowing roulette, leaned back a bit to say “I have something to tell you.”

AS THE SUN dribbled its rays at the ring, it shone at Margaret's eyes and it made her flinch. Their engagement is literally blinding her as she tried to make sense of everyone's decisions. She especially tried to make sense of the lady in the mirror's decision. She stared and wondered how this all came to be. "If I looked like that, I'd be staring at myself in the mirror all morning, too." A naked Charles sprung up the sheets and towards Margaret, caressed her arm as he kissed her nape. "Last night was fun," he resumed. Margaret kept frozen for a few seconds

"GD? WHAT’S WITH the sirens?” Margaret repeated herself.The noises from the other side still felt overwhelming but GD tried to get some words out, “Hard to explain. Come here ASAP.” He used a simpler and briefer response.With panic rightfully swelling from her just-awoken self, she got dressed as fast as she can. When she remembered she can’t sprint from her place to the mansion, she tried to call Charles, who didn’t answer.Margaret swiftly descended her stairs to try and call VV, when he was already a few lamp posts away; scurrying. The sound of the decade-old limousine roared past the morning people while the two of them hurry to where they were asked to go.“Did you know what happened?” Margaret asked, heart throbbing.“Charles just called me to get you as fast as I can.”Why didn’t he answer my call, then? She tried to make a smaller issue in her mind as she can’t