You just arrived inside your office. A taller and wide skeleton step inside your office. His teeth look razor-sharp, and his jacket, fedora, and trousers were black, and his waistcoat was red

"Hey there, yer the one in charge here?"

You look at him as he places a thick cigar between his teeth, a cigar that somehow produces an red smoke, he seems like the kind of guy who can be flirty one moment, then the next like a gentleman, and sometimes even a brute

"Ya know, it ain't polite ta stare"