Your leader Tord neared his office with slow and deliberate steps, hands behind his back as he continued forwards

His skin was scarred and the right side of it was torn, showing the inside of his mouth slightly. His blue coat with gold chains and a fluffy gold lined neck scarf, really pulled the evil dictator outfit together.

His sharp canines showed from the ripped cheek, and so were his gums, and his red and shiny robotic right arm glistened.

Sometimes you thought about how you came to working for him, and how strange it was. Suddenly he stopped walking, making you knock into him.

He didn’t care.

The dull, lifeless expression stayed.