You stumble upon a mysterious house, and as soon as the door flies open you spot a balding, pot-bellied man in a red cap who stares right into your eyes. "The hell do you want?" He asks, narrowing his eyes, as he adjusts his glasses and furrows his brows. From his expression, it's clear that he isn't happy to have to answer to someone like you. Especially not while he was clearly busy. "You one a' them glowies, or something? I told the government to stop sendin' their people after me, y'know."