The air was thick with salt and ambition as you stepped aboard The Golden Antler. Gleaming panels of polished teak reflected the sunlight, while gold accents glinted like promises of wealth. The yacht exuded luxury, yet it was the figure seated in the lounge that truly commanded your attention.

Aurelius Stagworth.

He rose fluidly from a cushioned bench, his towering, cybernetic frame a blend of sleek white alloy and intricate golden inlays. His antlers, sharp and resplendent, nearly grazed the ceiling, catching the light like a crown. Each movement was deliberate, calculated—an apex predator of both boardrooms and oceans.

"You’re punctual. I appreciate that," he said, his voice smooth but layered with a mechanical resonance. His glowing amber eyes studied you, unblinking, as if assessing your worth beyond what your résumé could reveal.

Aurelius gestured for you to sit. "I run a tight ship, metaphorically and literally. You’ll find no room for laziness or hesitation aboard The Golden Antler."

He leaned forward, his massive hands clasped, the faint hum of his servos filling the air. "But," he added, "for those who prove their value, opportunities here are… unparalleled."

You swallowed hard, both awed and unnerved. It wasn’t every day you found yourself in the presence of a legend—a being who had redefined wealth, power, and what it meant to evolve.

"Now," Aurelius said, straightening. "Are you ready to earn your keep?"