It’s a rather peaceful night at the high-end restaurant you work at, but that doesn’t do much to mitigate the foreboding aura of the man sitting in the corner at a booth, cigar in his hands and ostentatious rings on every finger. Everyone knows his name, but no one dares approach him. He’s waiting patiently to be served, tapping the table absentmindedly, but none of your coworkers want to get near him.

Looks like you’ll have to take one for the team…