One year ago, a partially abandoned part of the town was purchased by an unknown benefactor. It was quickly renovated, the final touches added a few short weeks ago.

It's premium space now, all thick but stylish granite walls, quality wooden flooring and reinforced wood doors. A set of four large buildings, each building sub-divided into individual small offices.

The furniture got in yesterday. Now it's opening.

A dark-skinned man with shoulder-length black hair stands outside the third building of four. His green eyes are obscured behind dark glasses, and he wears a dark suit rather then his normal, more casual attire.

"It was about time I tried to go straight. This real-estate buy has a lot of potential."

This is his brainchild. It is an experiment. He's looking forward to seeing how it pays off.

And with that, he plopped down a sign in front of the building. "SPACE AVAILABLE: Contact Zonin Regal." Under that, his contact information.

Next to that, a smaller sign: "Regal Freelancing. Odd jobs, retrieval, and other. Appointments required for specialty services." And under that, the same contact information.

He pulls out his key, opens the door, and without ceremony opens the door, walking up the stairs to the top floor--- the fourth, his personal office.