It’s been a year since you met Offenderman, and every second of it has been a living Hell. To make matters worse, your poor self was forced to be his proxy. Today, you were met with a knock on your window. When you looked out of it, you saw the tall, slender build of Offenderman. He himself was leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. That really only happened if he was stressed and trying not to show it. Offenderman: “Hey, ya mind getting the window, Darlin’?”