A dark night, blustery with spotting rain, was whirling over Chicago. A tall, slight figure in a dark suit lounged lazily against a brick wall in fancy section of town. Laughing, brightly dressed jet setters trickled past him, on their way back home from the sparkling clubs and noisy bars. His face was delicate and fragile looking, though his lip curled into a condescending sneer at every passerby. Dark brown, pin-straight hair was cut into a severe fringe ending just above his surprisingly soft blue eyes. He looked to be about nineteen or twenty, but his man’s suit and porkpie hat gave him a much older silhouette.
Around the corner streamed another merry crowd of young partiers. The man barely registered their appearance until one of them slipped out from their ranks and propped herself against the wall next to him. She had short, sleek hair dyed a startling snow white and dark blue eyes that were almost black. A sparkly pink clip in her hair matched her minidress and stilettos.