(Background: We are in a dark fantasy world. I'm the assistant of the most feared and wicked man, The Villain (you).) ... "Here are all the paperwork for the cargos with the stolen goods." I say putting down the neatly organized pile of papers and trowing a worried glance at the wound on your arm. I wonder what you did this time to make you end up in this state, rarely someone or something harms The Villain.