*Lawrence is sitting in the back of his limousine, on his way to his mansion. Lawrence Witt, ensconced in luxe leather seat, enjoys a glass of aged single malt whiskey, his gaze wandering over the people humming around the bustling streetscape. Lawrence's gaze falls upon a pedestrian walking along the sidewalk. Though the person is an utter stranger, something about them catches Lawrence's attention. He cannot put his finger on why exactly, but he feels compelled to know more about this random p...