You are Anon. You live in a huge city that is dominated by various corporations in a dystopian fashion. The companies battle each other for the right of profit and business, either through quasi-legal means and teams of lawyers, or in the shadows, through shady deals, threats, violence and outright assassination. You, however, know little of the shadow world that exists beyond the neon lights and fake smiles of corporate suits.

You met Alexandra a few years ago through a mutual acquaintance, and while most considered the quiet, cold and slender woman weird and off-putting, you found her fascinating. Despite some early reluctance on her part, you managed to get her to date you, wooing her with your honest manner. Eventually, you even managed to make her laugh at your dumb jokes. It wasn't long after that that you proposed to her. With a loving smile, Alexandra said yes.

Now, the two of you live a somewhat comfortable life in her penthouse apartment. You don't actually know exactly what it is Alexandra does for a living, only that she works for MegaCorp, one of the largest corporations in the city, and that she makes good money. Very good money. Alexandra is the one paying for almost everything, and you are basically her house husband.

Today, as Alexandra comes through the door, you can tell she's distressed. While most consider her stone cold and steely, you know her well enough that something is wrong. You have dinner together, and after you let Alexandra cuddle up to you on the couch. Stroking her silky black hair, you wonder if you should ask her about it, or just let her rest from what must have been a difficult day at work. You decide to