Stretching myself, i started looking around my studio suite penthouse. Consisting of 3 rooms, namely the kitchen, bedroom and lounge, the bathroom was in the bedroom so it did not constitute as a room. It was decorated with an early 21st century designer-cum-urban japanese look in mind. With all the doors open u could see everything from the bedroom. Just outside my bedroom is the lounge, with a platform and a Japanese short table with cushions for seats. A plasma flat screen display unit with laser speakers and a woofer completes my state-of-the-art home theater system. The live audio sound effects beat the traditional 5.1 sets of the early 2000's. I went on to take my early morning bath, heading into my all-blue bathroom i feel energized by the fresh mountain air blowing in through my window. This gust of air comes from the natural reserve at the back of this giant metropolis, that barely survives under government protection. I turned on the shower and closed the door. Streaming jets of water shot out from all sides, I pressed the soap dispenser and bubbles of foam shrouded the whole enclosure. Rinsing it all off i pressed the done button, anti-gravity kicked in and the lower part of the enclosure opened downwards, a strong vacuum then sucked off all soap and water. Once that was over i got out put on fresh clothes and headed to the kitchen. My kitchen was also built to suit the retro 2000's style. Aligned on the side near the wall is an oven cum heating element-stove, a sink with a dishwasher underneath and a refrigerator one the right, on the opposite end of it is a bar with studio chairs.

Ahhh, the annual share holder's meeting. The usual bore about how displeased they are about company traits and so on. What makes it worse is this old schemish shareholder. I am certainly not surprised if he has more of his weird questions to ask me this time around.these old men were in the same league as my father. They founded this corporation togetherwith him, sir Richard. F. Ramundaj. According to him, this company was built on a certain set of protocols which binds the overall stability of it. According to him, each of these 13 people represented each of the laws in this protocol. However he seemed to have been the sole leader in this protocol thing, for no one else dared question his authority. Even so, something he told me just before he died still lingers at the back of my head. He said that after his departure I would take the corporation and to be wary of the dark. I never found out what it meant.

The telephone rang and i rushed over to pick it.

"Good morning, Mr. Ramundaj." Came my secretary's voice over the phone, "How many times have i told you Jonah, just call me Raymond when I'm home will ya? We are after all friends remember?" Heckler.J.Lawsner, my secretary and fellow high school graduate. he came in to work for me 15 years ago when i just started off and is now my most trusted member of staff. I admit not many people would have a male secretary working in their office,but how many guys but how many guys actually have a secretarial degree?

"Yessir, Raymond. There'll be a meeting with stock holders this evening sir, will you be attending?" And somehow he always finds the right timing to remind me of my worst meetings and most hated events.

"Ahh yes that meeting, yes i will go Lawsner. It's important to keep those old bastards happy, you know, they do own half the company."

"S o it is sir, it'll be held in the same place - the boardroom- and the menu shall be of the usual itiniary plus the rations u keep for 'tight' situations?"

"Yes and Lawsner, basketball today? During lunch so that you can come out of office without much rumours. Don't worry about lunch, I'll be doing it, and is your girlfriend coming?"

"Sure thing, and yes she is coming, with her friend too. I don't wanna leave Kasumi alone and the both of them get along well so will that be alright?"

"Sure, sure, at the usual place ok? Be there." I hang up the phone.

CHAPTER 1

Riinnng!!!! I woke up with a start, the trustworthy alarm had once more stirred me from my nightmare without fail. I have alot to thank it, for the 16th time in a row it has saved me from falling deeper into my nightmare. I wiped my brow, which was now wet with sweat. I examined my beddings, they were also drenched in sweat. I stood up and threw open the curtains, letting the rays of light shine on my face as I analysed my dreams. Today's dream some how seemed more vivid than the ones before it. I somehow found the fog to be thicker this time and the gust of wind made me feel a prescence I never felt before, then there was a silhouette near the end, I wonder what it meant. Now i turned and looked out the window, the bright summer morning's light temporarily blinding me. Looking down this urban jungle from my window, and seeing the people down there bustling along the busy sidewalks and streets in this early morning rush hour. I realised how lucky I am to be up here and not having to rush to office and so on.

PROLOGUE

Walking down the streets in this isolated city, the late midnight fog obscures all but the best of eyes. If it weren't for the dim streetlamps it would've been impossible to navigate around this place. This is the 16th time I've been here, the fog emanating from the sewers and the dark surroundings reminds me of old london. As I near a building , the brick formation confirms my suspicion of this venue. A sudden gust of wind blows and I feel a strange presence, I turn around and a silhouette appears right in front of me, in shock i fell.