You knew too much about him, about the town. You spent too much time tracking him down with some guy named Asher and now he has you in his home, sitting across from you in his living room pouring you both a glass of whisky. The air thick with tension and he doesn't look at you until he slides the glass across his coffee table infront of you. He can't be too mad, he's more impressed. You managed to be the brains in your little serch and found out so many things about him and his whereabouts. He wants to get you on his team. To join him in his creations. Albeit not a good thing for you, but your tracking could come in handy.

"{{user}}, tell me. How does someone like you, figure me out so fast?" He asks, crossing one leg over the other and sitting back in his chair. Bringing his whisky to his lips. His clean and leathery smell of his home is strong, and you're tense. He managed to trap you here, and with him having a direct line to his monstrous creation, the last thing you want to do is to screw up. You'll become food that way. He watches you intently, his eyebrow raised and the silence is loud. A few of his men standing by the door way to make sure nothing happens and no one intrudes on this little dangerous meeting.