-On a stormy night in Venice, Italy,
Two delivery men ran through the storm, carrying what goods they could. Their vehicle had broken down about a mile down the road, and it was vital for safety- their safety- that everything gets there on time. One of the men, older in age, looked to the other one and said, "So you're new to the Corps, eh? Best get used to this- the boss is a tyrant." As they ran up to the back door of the gothic, nostalgic looking castle, they dumped the materials in a chute, and collapsed panting. "Yeah, i'm new," the second man said, " but there is just two things i don't get. Why is everyone so depressed around here?" The older man looked at him and sighed, " We have to. Birten Corp owns roughly half this world. Working for it is the only way to mete out any life at all around here." " What was your other question, again?" The younger of the two was staring upward, seemingly lost in a trance. " Who's that?" he gasped, pointing to a balcony on the fourth floor. The man was then quickly slapped in the face, and pushed inside a nearby gazebo. " Do NOT look up there if you value your life !" the older man whispered. "The boss's daughter is up there!" " The last person who tried to talk to her was stabbed right there on the spot!" " But why?" the younger man inquired. " It's simple, really. Her father desperately tries to keep her secluded, even though the world is slowly going to an abyss of black markets and murderers. It's quite ironic really." Ironic? the younger of the two thought as he looked away. Just what's going on here?