On the outskirts of London a large mansion stood. The gates where guarded heavily, yet, the public was welcome inside. The interior was a crimson red with brown wooden walls. The owner of the mansion was always in his office doing the usual paperwork. Bills, requests for donations and... shall we say... business. The owner had long black hair. His suit matched the darkness of his suit with the exception of the handkerchief in his breast pocket which was as crimson the curtains and floor rugs. He throws his pen down as he finishes the final piece of paperwork for the day. "Hmm... I believe its time for the annual tournament for my guards." It was never to the death. And whoever won the tournament would get a chance to fight the owner, Arikado. If they win the fight they gain a large pay raise. Yet no one has. If they lose they still get a raise of 100 dollars an hour. Arikado stood from his chair and began walking down the hallway of the manor.