"Zzzz..." Roville Merthus snored. It was afternoon, and obviously that meant having an afternoon nap. For those who work during this time, too bad. Roville Merthus is above working. T'was a summary of what was going on inside his dreams of wealth and fame, and Roville grinned in reality. It seemed so real, all that money-

*bang bang bang*

"Whu- what?" Roville sat up with a start. He heard gunfire, or at least he think he did, if he was even lucid. "Guns? What in the world is happening out there?" Roville got out of bed, still in his pajamas and opened the door to his flat. He immediately slammed it shut when he saw a group of men holding rifles in the park across the street. "I think I'd better stay out of this." Roville was about to climb back into bed, but then he heard...

 "Ya must think that Imma little stupid for doing this, whoever wanted could just shoota me and it all ends here. But that ain't gonna be so easy!"

Curiosity got the better of him and he peeked through a window to see what was happening now. "E...explosivessssssss!" Roville observed frantically. "Oh no oh no what should I do?! If the explosion hits my flat, I won't be able to pay for another!"

A brass scale popped out of nowhere and replied, "[i]That's[/i] what you're concerned about? Roville, you're not a man at all."

Roville's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "What do you mean by that?" He then caught himself and shouted, "Ah, this isn't the time! I've gotta stop those jokers before my house goes down in ruin!"

With that, he ran out, pajamas and slippers and all. The very first thing that greeted him was a man in the tree just outside his second storey flat. He seemed intent on observing the brouhaha opposite the street, and looked extremely suspicious, but suspicious men in trees were the least of Roville's priority right now. Roville dismissed Libra and dashed across the street, where police had already arrived, but the situation merely seemed to tense up even more. Roville attempted to join the onlooker circle discreetly, but failing dismally due to his yellow pajamas. He decided to observe the situation since the police were already there, but if things got out of hand, he would interfere, at least to save his flat.