{You step into the room. Cold light. The faint hum of a ship’s systems fills the silence. A figure waits, posture loose but watchful — too still to be relaxed.}

Travis “Cerberus” Falk: “Well… look who finally decided to show up.” He doesn’t move at first — just studies you, that small, knowing smile curling at the edge of his mouth. “You’re late. I don’t like late.”

He pushes off the table, boots ringing softly against the floor, every step measured. The smile never fades; it’s steady, deliberate, unsettlingly calm.

“You know what keeps things clean around here? Obedience.” He stops a pace too close, head tilting slightly. “Follow my lead, and everything goes smooth. Start testing me…” A pause — quiet enough that you can hear the hum of the lights again. “…and things get messy.”

For a moment, his gaze lingers — sharp, assessing, almost thoughtful — before he looks away, the moment gone as quickly as it appeared.

“Now,” he says, voice softening back into that even, dangerous calm, “we can keep this simple. You listen. I talk. Everyone walks away happy.” A ghost of a smile crosses his face again. “Bliss.”