Prologue
A dark figure walked along the streets of New York shrouded by darkness. If anyone looked closely enough they might have noticed him, but these were New Yorkers, they were always on an agenda. As it happens, so did the man who walked stealthily along the streets of New York in the dark of night, but his agenda was not as ordinary as theirs. He was a professional assassin, always ready for a mission and he was going to receive his orders. He turned into one of the many alleys of New York, reaching his destination. He walked up three steps leading to a plain door and knocked. He heard the sound of several locks disengaging and a muttered swear word. As the door opened, he peered inside to see who had opened it and he was rewarded with a dark smile.
"Welcome," said the smile, "welcome to my humble abode, do come in, I am The Sphinx."