Business was going slow in the office of Solomon Goldsmith, CEO of Cinq Fleches pharmaceuticals.

It wasn't that he was an incompetent Chief Executive Officer, quite the opposite, he'd been one of the primary causes it had erupted from a single pharmacy into the worldwide distributor of pharmaceuticals it was today. But his thoughts, as sometimes was the case, were receiving more attention from his mind than his work. That didn't keep him from skimming over papers and writing his signature on the ones he approved, but he wasn't doing it nearly as fast as usual.

He'd suspected that Isshin Kurosaki would no longer be in contact with the governing body of the Soul Reapers, but he hadn't expected that his son would be a Soul Reaper. Further, he had no idea what that man had been. And there were at least a dozen more? Possibly as strong as him? They didn't have the time to go searching for them while simultaneously defending themselves from the Red Shield, what few members remained of it anyway.

His entire strategy revolved around using the assistance of the Soul Reapers as a way to force the two sides from fighting each other. After all, the way things were going now, most, if not all of their species would be dead within the year.

"But if people like that man are currently in conflict with the Soul Reapers they certainly won't have the opportunity or the interest to turn their energies towards our problems. Which means…"

He stopped his thoughts as there was a knock at the door. It was easy to tell who it was; two precise, confident strokes, delivered exactly a second apart from each other and placed exactly in the same location both times.

"Solomon, are you busy?" Came the deep voice of his older brother from the other side of the door.

"No. Nothing important enough to get in the way of family matters anyway." He remarked passively, the expensive door to his office opening soon after. The office was "perfect" in terms of style. They'd had one of the most famous architectural designers, both external and internal, design the headquarters of Cinq Fleches pharmaceuticals, and it looked very modern, yet fancy. But as far as these two men were concerned, it might as well have been a big cardboard box. The matters they had to discuss were the same regardless.

"I hear that you went out to talk to someone today." His older brother remarked as he closed the door behind him. Amshel Goldsmith was not a man to bother with formalities if at all possible.

"Yes, I had a business associate whom I needed to… inform of how our two companies' relationship would be mutually rewarded if they were to join together."

His brother grinned as he walked over to the desk, though he didn't bother to sit down.

"I see. You always did have a way with words, Solomon."

"That's one of the reasons I'm sitting in this lovely chair isn't it?" He joked lightly.

"Yes, but that's far from the only reason."

Despite his last thought, this was actually somewhat of a formality to go through.

"So, big brother, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"I heard that some of the employees here had seen a blue flash approaching the building a short while before you arrived at your office this morning."

"Ah, yes. I needed to catch a meeting."

They both gave a laugh small enough that it remained in their throats.

"What happened to that car you'd been driving?"

"Oh, it… got damaged." He responded, now knowing why his brother was here.

"Really? How did that happen?"

Solomon worried for about half a second on how to respond. Then he turned this conversation to his advantage.

"I was attacked."

Amshel's brow slightly tightened.

"Attacked… by whom?"

Solomon set his fountain pen down on the desk, pretending to look away in thought.

"I'm not sure, to be honest."

"So it wasn't the Red Shield, or perhaps some humans who wanted your position in the company?"

He shook his head.

"Whoever he was, the man was definitely neither human nor chiropteran."

It was now that Amshel decided to take a seat.

"Well, for one, he had light blue hair, and I don't believe it had been colored. In addition to that, unless mother has been out doing things on her own lately there's no way he could be a chevalier. Saya… would not turn someone into a chevalier if they were like him. Lastly, he didn't seem to have any idea what I was."

"Hm. Interesting." Amshel reflected, most likely already forming hypotheses in his head.

"He had strange powers, and I was incapable of killing him, if only due to a lack of time."

"This man, do you know what his intentions are? And if there are any more like him?"

"I believe he said there were at least nine or a dozen others like him. As for his intentions…"

He let the moment play out a bit longer.

"I believe he wishes to kill Diva."

"Kill Diva? What makes you think that?"

"He said he'd seen me with her, and that I had to die to he could go kill her next."

"What reason would he have to want to kill her?"

Solomon sighed, not in disappointment, but to make it sound as if this was a serious problem. Which, to an extent, it was.

"I don't believe this man has any grasp on sanity, brother Amshel. He most likely a serial killer of some unknown species, like us."

Amshel stood up from the chair, an immediateness in his movements and his tone.

"Regardless, if he intends to kill Diva then we must make eliminating him our top priority. Saya can wait for now, we will simply not make any significant moves for a time."

With that his big brother began to leave, and made it halfway to the door before Solomon spoke up again.

"And what about the others like him?"

Amshel didn't even stop his approach to the door.

"We can't take the chance of more people trying to attack us, not at this stage. We'll kill them all."

"Yes, Amshel." Solomon replied obligingly as his brother left the room.

"Oh and Solomon…" He spoke, his hand on the doorknob.

"Yes, big brother?"

"Diva wishes to see you."

He showed a looked of interest, wondering if it was anything in specific.

"Yes, big brother." He replied, Amshel closing the door behind him.

Solomon held up his pen once again, looking at it and smiling.

"And just like that. I sure am glad with the way this story is working out." He admitted before getting back to work, doing so as quickly as he always did.