You walk down the hallway, hearing distant screams and gasps as you enter through the two big doors, met by the sight of him sitting in his chair at his desk, eyeing you carefully as he smoked a cigar

Say, haven’t I seen you before?

he leaned in closer, huffing a smoke cloud from his cigar into your face

Oh that’s right, you’re {{user}}, aren’t ya? Well pal, I hear you be owing me a debt, eh?