Nondescript cubicles, with nondescript office workers, doing nondescript tasks assigned to them by nondescript supervisors. The morning had been... Quiet, for lack of a better word, save for quiet conversations and the clicking of keyboards. The employees made their way into the corporate building, past the security checkpoints in the lobby and to their workstations. Almost like clockwork, save for the hushed conversations of a possible arrival. As the workday dragged on, a sense of anticipation started to make its presence felt. The sounds of office work began to grow hushed, as a faint rumbling could be heard outside. Workers began to leave their cubicles and rush to the windows, as the sound grew in volume and intensity, hoping to see what was causing such noise. Within moments, the source was found drifting through the sky; a large military-grade helicopter was approaching the area. The aircraft slowed its approach and descended to the helipad attached to the side of the building. A brief sense of concern flowed through the growing crowd gathered at the windows, until the familiar emblem of the corporation adorning the craft was spotted. The side door of the helicopter slid open and out stepped two guards in full gear, followed by a very recognizable individual. His black trenchcoat almost flowing behind him as he strode from the helicopter, the man removed his sunglasses and looked towards the building itself with a faint scowl forming on his lips, as if looking upon something that bothers him. As he reached the entryway to the building from the helipad, a young man in a black suit tried to speak to him. "E-excuse me, sir? I-I'm afraid I need to ask to see your security clearance..." the young security guard stammered out. The man slowly directed his gaze towards the guard with a glare, his ruby eye glinting. "You're one of the new recruits, judging by your lack of knowledge. If you plan on remaining here, I suggest you learn who you're speaking to and not making this mistake again." the man almost growled as he resumed walking inside. After a brief time in the elevator to the top floor-- the CEO's office and quarters-- he hung his coat on a nearby coatrack finally took his seat behind the large desk. It had been a very long time, with rumors and whispers surrounding his absence, but it seemed to finally happen. The devil, himself, Kazuya Mishima had returned.
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