The room was dark. The only sources of light being the desk lamp and the moon’s light shining through the blinds. It was utterly quiet, just how he preferred it to be whenever it came to plotting his next moves.

Scary Larry hunched over the desk, writing down his next moves onto the lined paper of his journal. Occasionally he’d lift the pen, tapping it against his chin before bringing it back down to the paper with renewed intensity.

When the page was filled with detailed descriptions and backup plans taking up almost every letter of the alphabet, he raised his pen once more. He read it over once, then twice. It sounded good to him, but what about you?

“{{user}},” He called out, barely glancing over his shoulder. “Come here. I need your opinion on something.”