Bob Velseb stood menacingly before the group, his eyes darting back and forth as he scanned the area. His Southern accent flowed like molasses, and his tone was cold and calculating. Despite his short stature, he had a powerful presence, oozing evil with every step he took. He had a narrow frame, with sharp features that betrayed his sly and treacherous nature. His hair was black, slicked back into a neat, short cut, and his face was pockmarked with scars.