The Velvet Key

*David is sitting inside what looks like an office when the phone turns on, propped up against something on his desk. He's smiling, hands folded in front of him on the desk.*

It's taken a little while, but I think it's about time my patience pays off. I haven't brought it up often because it's not exactly relevant here, but where I come from, I'm the owner of a multi-billion dollar company. And as interesting as it's been to experience things as part of the working class, I think it's time to move back to a position I'm more used to.

Next month, I plan to re-launch Xanatos Enterprises, a company that has and will dabble in everything from medicine to technology to even advanced genetics.

*He stands up and walks to look out of a glassless, arched window behind his desk.*

Of course, before any of that can happen, I'll need employees. And that's where all of you come in.

*He returns to stand behind his chair, resting one hand on the back of it.*

I already have a good number of potentials from the regular citizens of this place, but I'm giving priority to the Persona-using population. Obviously, I'm going to need experts in the fields I mentioned before, but I'm also looking to hire for the more mundane positions any business needs to run smoothly. People with good organizational skills are an absolute must, and I'd love to have some of the more physically inclined among you as security guards.

I'd be wiling to offer flexible hours that take Dark Hour participation into account, as well as no-questions-asked days off by request during moon events. Not to mention staples like health insurance and vacation time.

*He sits back in his chair and re-folds his hands.*

And since I'm feeling generous, I'm going to offer you something that wasn't available to people back home: a chance to invest. Naturally, every dollar that you offer will go towards improving Xanatos Enterprises, and your return will be directly proportionate to the success of the business.

If you'd like to contact me later, my name is David Xanatos. Feel free to call whenever you'd like, within reason of course. I do have to sleep sometime, after all.

Now, with all of that said, I hope to hear from some of you soon.

*He flashes the camera an inviting grin and reaches over to shut it off.*

*Isn't that a nice castle the phone is recording? It's just sitting there in the middle of the city, almost eerie looking in the moonless night. But when the camera turns back around to David, he's smiling.*

They say a man's home is his castle, but how few can make that literal? Sure, it's missing a few things to really make it home, but it's a start. Would anyone like to come visit?

Now that I've gotten myself relatively settled, I think it's time I started preparing for the rest of my stay here...however long that might be. So, anyone up for sparring? I'm skilled in both Judo and Karate, but it doesn't really matter to me what style of fighting you prefer as long as you're good at it.

I have another request, as well. I've been informed that this place is somewhat lacking in light-based projectile weaponry, and I don't want to be caught helpless if I'm ambushed by Shadows and run out of ammunition for a more traditional gun. What I'm looking for is a teacher in some sort of melee weapon. I can manage just about anything, but I would prefer it not be too barbaric. I'm afraid I can't compensate you now, but I would be indebted to anyone who volunteers.