On a rainy night in New York, the study room of Old Walker's mansion was brightly lit.
The curtains were tightly drawn, and twelve people sat around a heavy mahogany table. There were no assistants, no recording devices, only a glass of water or coffee in front of each person, and an almost palpable seriousness in the air.
"Everyone is here." Old Walker sat at the head of the table, his voice calm. "Everyone present has received the same notice and faces the same predicament. Time is of the essence, so let's get straight to the topic: how to bring back K Therapy and ensure it is never taken away again."
