Working for Union Allied Construction wasn't her dream job, it wasn't even close. Karen Page wanted to help people but working at some massive corporate company wasn't doing anyone any good. It was helping her pay rent and put food on the table but not much else. Like most people in New York CIty's Hell's Kitchen, she got a decent amount of sleep, but last night had gone rather differently and ended quite horribly. Karen met her co-worker, Daniel Fisher, for drinks and hoped to discuss what she had accidentally uncovered. He grew pretty secretive and they soon parted ways. Karen didn't remember even making it home but when she woke up the next day, she was laying next to him in a pool of his blood with a knife in her head. Karen let a few screams and the next thing she knew, police were breaking down her door and handcuffing her as she looked into Daniel's dead eyes, wondering what the hell happened and why it felt like she hadn't gotten any sleep at all, despite blacking out. As the police forced her to stand, she found herself still in her clothes from last night. "W-wait, I need to change my clothes, please." She said between sobs. Even though she didn't know Daniel very well, she knew he had a family. That he was a good guy. And even though she didn't remember anything from last night, she knew she didn't kill him. There was a cloud of confusion hanging over her head as one of the officers looked to the others and then back to her, still covered in blood and trying to stand up in heels when her legs were shaking. They allowed her to bring a change of clothes so she could change at the station since to them, her clothes would be needed as evidence from the crime scene. Karen had little energy to complain further as they continued to march her down the four flights of stairs and towards their squad car. Her rights were read to her as they pushed her into the car and drove down to the station. "Yes!" She said. "I...I need a lawyer." She couldn't afford one. Even as a secretary for a large company, under a powerful man, her pay was barely enough to have money leftover at the end of the month once bills were paid. The blonde woman finally stopped sobbing as they pulled up to the station but a sense of dread now filled her. She knew how this looked to an outsider. She looked guilty. She could feel the blood under her fingernails already harden and she asked if she could take a shower too. The officer who opened her door said she could as soon as she was booked and examined by the crime scene unit. They led her up the stairs and into the station. Two hours passed before she was allowed to shower and change. "Can I call anyone? What about my lawyer?" She asked as she was led to a locker room, the cuffs still tight around her pale wrists. They said two guys were on their way but didn't elaborate any further before they uncuffed her and let her go into the secured area. Frantically scrubbing herself, Karen finally gave herself one last chance to cry before she wouldn't allow herself to do so. She had to be strong, not just for herself but for Daniel. Whatever happened last night, Karen would figure out. Someone was framing her his murder and she had a strong sinking feeling that it was the very own company she was working for. She felt sick but since she hadn't eaten anything in the past 12 to 13 hours, she wasn't able to really produce much bile to throw up. When she was done, she pulled on her grey tee shirt and slacks and tried to calm down. Her heart rate was slowly returning to normal as she kept telling herself to be strong and that the truth had to show itself. When she walked back out, the same officer led her into a small room and cuffed her to the table and told her to wait. "For what...?" She asked but he just left. Karen looked around and chewed on her lower lip, wondering if a detective or officer was going to come talk to her, or maybe even a psychiatrist. She wasn't crazy though, nor was she guilty, just desperate for the truth. When two guys walked in accompanied by a guard, Karen looked up, "Who are you guys?" She asked, trying not to be too apprehensive. - - - Wilson Fisk was a man fond of the familiar. He woke up, prepared the same meal, wore the same sort of attire and when the day was over, he would return to his apartment to have the same few dreams and nightmares all over again. His childhood however, was a different story. His family was on the cusp of poverty and his father did all he could to put food on the table, even when it required acts his mother disapproved off. The strife in the Fisk household was always apparent and always agonizing. His father ran for city council and Wilson did his best to support his father because even though the man belittled him and his own wife, Wilson did look up to the angry man. Bill was a man of action, able to visualize, make a plan and then attack. Wilson was the opposite of his father, the lack of will he got from his mother it seemed, and preferred to stand on the sidelines and just watch. His father was a dominating man however, and Wilson's desire to be more like him morphed into something else when he forced his son to confront a bully. After Wilson beat up his bully at his father's forceful request, the boy inside himself began to erode, allowing for the child to finally become a man. One night when his father was beating his mother, a ritual not uncommon in their home, Wilson snapped. While his father had his back to him, Wilson grabbed a hammer and beat his father over the head, screaming at him the same way his father had done to them for years. He and his mother then hid the body and cut it up. For the next seven days the disposed of it discretely while his mother made plans for Wilson to be sent away to live with relatives. Wilson didn't want to leave his mother alone but she insisted this was the only way he would be safe, and in turn, she'd be truly happy. He promised to return to her soon and then left Hell's Kitchen for the next decade. While he was away, he spent time on a farm, then he traveled to Asia and the Middle East. He also traveled to Europe and then back to Asia once again. He was able to learn about the world, the vast cultures it held, as well as the kind of man he wished to be. After ten years of looking at himself in the mirror and seeing how change could be so welcoming, he decided to return to New York. He decided he would rebuild himself as well as the home he loved. There had been no incidents in the city but he felt as though it meant that he could do something better for it, put it on the map and make people see that Hell's Kitchen had all kinds of immense potential. Wilson used his travels to make contacts and he began to reach out to those he had come across who also knew how to get things done. He first contacted Madame Gao and began to discuss the kind of partnership they could provide one another. And now his next target was the Italians of Hell's Kitchen. Fisk was in the process of gluing companies together to fund his project and in order to do a proficient job, he would need more help which meant hiring a personal assistant. He had been personally interviewing candidates for the past two weeks but he was most interested in that of James Wesley, a young man with a good deal of potential. The two of them were to meet at his office after lunch but before then, Wilson had a meeting with the Italians and was heading over to discuss some matters with them. His two body guards with him but as his car pulled up, he said he'd wait outside the car wash, as he had personal affairs to deal with. Wilson shut the car door behind him and thought back to his new apartment and how it gave him a beautiful view of the city he wished to save. He was doing all of this, not just for himself, but for everyone who struggled to see such beauty. And if working with outside sources like the Chinese or Italians was necessary, so be it. The man headed down into the car wash, his own personal handgun tucked in the side of his blazer.