"Zuan receives a mysterious package containing his banker's signet ring and a single blood-stained Swiss franc!"
Zuan stood motionless in the center of his expansive penthouse suite, his hands trembling as he stared down at the open metallic box resting on the glass desk. The cold morning light filtered through the broad windows overlooking the Limmat River, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor.
His chief security operative stepped back nervously, his fingers resting on the grip of his holstered sidearm. The room was deathly quiet, save for the hum of the climate control unit and the frantic breathing of the enforcer.
"Where did this package originate?" Zuan demanded, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying register that made the guard flinch.
"It was routed thr
