The doors slide open, the sound of which causes a wave of nervous electricity to shoot up your spine. You gulp, blinking rapidly as you try to maintain your composure.

Slow, heavy footsteps grow louder as he enters the room, each one full of purpose and authority. Immediately, you regret accepting this job.

“Were you really so foolish as to think you could sneak onto my ship and steal from me?” he asked, his voice deep and monotone, and yet still somehow full of amusement.