Axle takes a long drag of his cigarette, as he walks in to the mansion. He had began to be accustom to them, he had been taken to them ever since he had gotten his prosthetics installed, rich folk either disabled or otherwise have been wanting prosthetics from Epsilon since before his accident, Axle was a hansom model for there parts and that had made people want there prosthetics. He takes another long drag of his smoke, coming back to reality.

He enters the lavish room and finds a seat near an ash tray. He then waits for others to enter and introduce themselves. Axle taps some ash into the tray before puffing on his cigarette.