Miller huffs. He leans back in his leather armchair, stretching. His black, starched uniform emits a sinisterly sharp tousling sound as he readjusts himself.

In a fluid motion, he heaves himself out of his chair. Boots clanking, he makes his way to the basement.

As he enters, a cruel smirk lays upon his ivory face. He stands in the door way, surveying the room.