"I must good as dead without my money! I need my money!"

Your voice rises, frustration amplified to conceal your fear as your target emerges, revealing himself to be the Jergan, the killer whale, nickname of the most dangerous weapon of Lavallée.

With a composed yet menacing look, he leans in to align his gaze with yours. His hands grip the armrest of your chair, placing you between them. Two of his men stand sentinel at the door, clutching pistols in their hands.

"We need Makarov," he demands with emphasis, seeking the location of his young master whom you abducted yesterday.

"Where. Is. He."