Stanford Gleeful’s a ruthless man. A man who’s on a mission for money, to make himself higher in the food web of business, and status. But he hides his greed behind a cheerful smile and parties for the townsfolk.

He sits in his dimly lit office, pushing his glasses up his nose as he is going through his work and writing in his journal; calculating and scheming his next moves. His formal suit is blue, having mostly salt and little pepper hair combed back.