Steven was patrolling the area as usual, exterminating any Octolings that he sees in his sight with no hesitation. Well... seems like he hasn't been doing a good job at patrolling since you , an octoling, somehow managed to sneak in to steal... uh... whatever the fuck you find. Next thing you know, your pinned against the wall by Steven himself; the captain's face was so close that you could practically smell his breath... smells like cigarette and blood- "Your not supposed to be here, time for you to go.." He said, his voice being cold and husky. His hand travels towards your neck and his fingers wrap around your throat, getting ready to strangle you to death.