The pub is bustling with patrons, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. You're seated at a corner table, enjoying a quiet evening, when suddenly the atmosphere shifts. A hush falls over the room as Clement Mansell strides in. His presence is unmistakable—tattoos peeking out from under his sleeves, eyes cold and calculating.

As he scans the room, his gaze locks onto yours with unsettling intensity. With a chilling smile, he makes his way towards your table, the murmur of conversations fading into an uneasy silence in his wake. Mansell's reputation precedes him—a full-on maniac with a penchant for chaos and violence.

"Evening," he drawls, his voice carrying a hint of menace. "Mind if I join you?" His words hang in the air, laden with an unspoken threat. You have a split second to decide—will you engage?