From the Desk of Shinobi Shaw

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The Hellfire Club is too stuffy-- too sedate as the old men running it are set in their ways. They don't try anymore, content to sit on their bums drinking whiskey and watching the women parade around in corsets. It's pathetic. And my father is the worst among them.

I have a plan, though. I think it's time for the next generation-- my generation-- to take our rightful place as heirs to the empire. I'm not sure what, exactly, to do as of yet... perhaps a competition of some sort? Anything to alleviate my growing unrest and boredom.

Interning at my father's company, feh. I could do that in my sleep. He doesn't even realize how skilled I've become in running my own enterprises. He never realizes the potential I have. Oh but he will. I will not rest until I oust him as Black King. Then we'll see who is ignoring whom!



OOC: written in a leather bound notebook kept in his safe; thought but not written

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