Lying in the shadows he waited, waiting for the moment to strike. His victim, Ichigo. From his vantage point on the roof of the opposite building, Grim could see everything. ‘Something is wrong’ he thought to himself. Ichigo was late, extremely late. He had already been waiting for at least 3 hours. Then suddenly, he saw movement, his target, Ichigo. With his plan all worked out, he aimed his rifle; he knew he only had one shot. If he missed, it was all over. With only seconds left before Ichigo was out of sight, he shot. BANG!

The day started like any other ordinary day, but as Ichigo got up, he felt a strange sense of fear crawl up his spine. He wasn’t afraid though, he had his two buff body guards. Both of which were trained in the art of Judo and they each carried a pistol. By now you could probably guess that Ichigo was no ordinary person, he was a billionaire. Living with only the most expensive things money could buy. He walked outside and again, he felt a chill run up his spine, not because of the freezing breeze, but because his body seemed to know what was to happen by the end of the day.

It was nine o’clock when his limousine had finally arrived ready to take him to work; Ichigo was the boss of the national bank. He got in the back seat and relaxed, knowing he was safe behind his bullet proof windows and his body guards each in separate cars following him.

When he reached his office in the bank, he found it wasn’t an ordinary day. It was his secretary’s birthday. The day proved to be nothing but eating and drinking. Little work was accomplished that day but a celebration for his secretary came only once a year.

Hours passed as all his employees got drunk and slowly left for home. It was already way past his normal leaving time, though he didn’t mind. Ichigo had no one to go home to. His mansion was empty of people, except his workers. His secretary offered him a final drink before he went home, he knew it was late but he couldn’t refuse. Slowly, Ichigo went towards the elevator, pressed the button, the doors opened almost instantly and with a ding they closed just as fast. Drunk, he swiped his card, this would ensure that the doors didn’t open anywhere between where he got on and where he would get off, on the ground floor. It seemed like ages as the elevator slowly descended. The bell chimed and the door opened. Slowly, very slowly, Ichigo walked outside where his limousine was waiting. Only around fifteen metres to walk, he had only walked five when two cars pulled up behind him, his body guards. Another metre and he saw some one step out of the car, his driver to open the door. The last few metres, he noticed that he was still carrying his key card from the elevator, he reached for his wallet and he dropped the card.