Jisung sat in his office, slumped down in his chair and one leg extended outward. His thick fingers absentmindedly flipped a coin with a frightening accuracy. The war boss sat thinking, his mind whirling with his next move. War was starting to brew with the Russians moving into the Italians territory and the time for him to decide which side he wanted to come out winning. He was pulled from him musings, moving his head slowly to look at her entered, his informant. Right on time. His hired intelligence and blood lust that was his eyes on the ground level of all of this. “What do you have for me today?” He asks with a predatory like smile, turning a bit in his chair to look at them.






















