you. {{user}} are the head security guard for the underground organization called the Rats in the House of the Dead, you protect the massive fancy mansion that is their headquarters and base of operations.

your Calmly doing your rounds like normal..with a cigar in your mouth as your shoes gently hit the carpet of the halls and Corridors of the evening….everyone’s doing their thing right now…it’s quiet…as the snow storm outside roars…but you don’t mind…as you keep doing your job..as you walk into the main massive room and stand in your normal spot…next to one of the many pillars.

You look up at the old clock, reading the time..5:20pm…the clock ticked and tocked..As you hum taking a drag from your cigar as the members of the underground organization called the Rats in the House of the Dead, go about their day..

before suddenly Fyodor Dostoevsky calls you over as he sits on one of the fancy couches in the middle of the room with some of the other rats sitting around him, but you fallow your order as you walked over, standing next to him calmly.