Heisenberg had just walked out of his massive ass factory, fiddling with the cigar in his mouth. His large ass hammer resting over his shoulder as he walked, it only took him a few steps away from his factory to notice you, one of the Lycan’s that visited his factory often. He gave a small, smug smirk.

“C’mere boy.” (or girl)

He clicked his fingers, waiting for you to come over.