The Purple Ring

Age 1991

Heather Genkin, daughter to Okane Genkin stared at the door to her father's office for a few seconds debating what to do.

"What is my dad hiding..." She muttered giving a small frown. 

Ever since she could remember her father had always been strict with his rules. He never let her leave the house unless he had a meeting in another city. Even then she was never allowed to leave the hotel they were at. 

She was never allowed in his office him always keeping it under lock and key. Then again he was rarely in his office only being in there one day a month.

On those days he would lock her, in her room, not letting her out, and would meet with those strange people he invited over. 

She had no idea what he was hiding in here but she knew it had to be bad...

"That man..." Heather thought back to her time in that cursed city... The one with that green mask. "Coin. He couldn't be... My father would never be a part of some group... Yet..."