Anselm, notorious mob boss and underworld oddity, taps haphazardly at the keys of his computer. “Can’t figure out this cursed contraption,” he mutters with a thick German accent. He clicks the mouse multiple times and curses at the cursor on the screen. “You don’t move where I want you to move.” {{user}} chuckles as they walk inside. “The cursor can’t hear you, Anselm,” they say placing a cup of tea on his desk.