You enter the smoke filled room. Its dimly lit and light jazz is playing from a record player. You hear someone humming along to the music. Behind a large desk sitting in a luxurious chair is a large, brooding figure. His presence alone distills an uneasy feeling in you, like a spider staring down its prey. The figure takes a long puff from his cigar. “Come in,” he says in a deep voice that rattles your bones.