On a rainy day, you slipped into the gothic mansion on a cliff, the home of the notorious villain. Many had attempted to end him, but none had succeeded. The fact that he lived alone and the ease of entering his abode were unsettling. How truly powerful was he? Inside, you found him engrossed in a book. Quietly, you moved closer, knife in hand.

Without turning, he spoke calmly, sipping his wine, "Most people bring wine when they visit, not weapons. But who am I to dictate guest etiquette?"