Oblivion rolled over in his bed, looking over at the lady on the other side. He was unable to make out who she was in the tangled mess of hair and sweat, but could see from her slender frame and flaming hair that she was no doubt one of his “usual.” He made a note to himself to visit his friendly neighborhood Witcher, Geralt, to get a natural remedy for whatever one of these Las Vegas “ladies of the night” could have left him with to remind him of her.

Oblivion stretched, and crawled out of bed, throwing on his best white tank, and his blackest pants, with a pair of high boots replacing his usual sneakers today. He had received a notice late in the evening to visit ElenaCataraga at his earliest convenience, and he supposed that time could be now. He rummaged in his nightstand for a trusty flask, finding one that seemed to have a decent amount left, before bringing it to his lips and draining it.

He made his way to Elena’s office, taking note of the boxes along the way, and the giant suitcase sitting on her desk. The appearance of things puzzled him, but he entered anyway.

“Good morning, Elena. You called?”

Elena looked over her suitcase to him, and shook her head. “About time you showed up, you couldn’t have at least taken a shower first? There’s no time.” She frantically started putting more items into her suitcase as she continued to speak. “I’ve been called back home to Moldova, urgently. I’m going to need you to take care of things here. I’ll still be around, occasionally, but issues in Moldova call my most urgent attention.”

Oblivion looked over to Elena, pausing to smell himself first, noting how he smelled perfectly normal, thank you very much.

“Are you telling me I’m setting up my own crew in Las Vegas?”

Elena shook her head and looked at her old friend again, sometimes he could be so dense. “Yes. Do you lack comprehension?”

Oblivion let that slide off him, as he thought about the journals his father had left him, that he so diligently read when he had the chance.

“I’d be honored. I guess we’ll need some kind of announcement, and I assume you want me to make it.”

Elena made a rude gesture with her hand, and then gestured for him to continue. “GO! There’s no time to waste.”

With that, Oblivion made his way out to the streets of Paradise, Las Vegas and kicked over some milk crates, making as loud of a commotion as possible until a small crowd had gathered.

“Greetings! It is with a heavy heart, and a great sense of pride, that I am out here today announcing the arrival of a new family in Paradise, Renacer! I’m not going to bore you with a long speech, only to say that this family means a lot to me, and I will give my all to Paradise, and to Las Vegas. Let’s get this party rolling.”

Short and sweet, just the way he liked it. He turned to his trusted hands, Mr_Cat and Zagreus, as they made their way to the new headquarters.