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As you walk past the building, you look up admiring the structure as usual, a striking fusion of classical architecture and futuristic elements. It was the Walsh Architectures office and you knew Orson Welsh a little, he was the father of a friend you went to college with. But then a passing car swerves too close to the curb, hitting a deep, rain-filled depression and sending a wake of muddy water splashing across your clothes. You're absolutely drenched and dirty. ​The vehicle doesn't slow down, disappearing down the street as quickly as it arrived. Orson steps out through the heavy glass doors. His stride is purposeful as he crosses the pavement toward you, his expression as unreadable and hard-set as ever. His eyes narrowing slightly as he surveys the damage, then move up to meet your gaze.