[i]It was a cold and bleak day at the dojo. The melancholy rain fell, leaving the courtyards less busy than normal. Sandello sat inside his room, behind his desk, looking out the foggy window at the gray clouds passing by. He was thinking, thinking about the recent events, the loss of some of his brethren. Losing them to such an evil person as Irina angered him, he wouldn't tolerate resistance against his men from anyone else, especially not her. He left the door open to his room as he faced away from it and let his guards leave him for once. He knew she hated him and he felt the same. He knew she would make an attempt on his life, and he was prepared and waited patiently for her. As he waited, he adjusted his suit jacket and fiddled with a ring on his finger. Sandello was prepared for anything, and he wasn't someone who liked challengers to his family, he wouldn't have it, it didn't matter if it was a beggar or a serial killer, he could not let people challenge his power. [/i] [spoiler]Open for orn, but anyone can reply. Sandello isn't any ordinary fight either, just a warning. [/spoiler]