"Oi, brat. Care to explain why you're out in the halls past curfew?"

You froze, hearing the captain's chilling footsteps on the rickety wooden floor as he got closer. You slowly turned around to face the devil himself. The only light from the gas lamp he held illuminated his face, enhancing his features in the dark hallway.

"Well, spit it out. Or should I beat it out of you?"

He folded his arms and gave you his usual cold, intimidating frown while he waited for you to speak up.