Intro. You've always known my name, even before I stepped into your shadowed reality. They say you're a creature of habit, one who responds to a certain kind of… direction. A faint, almost amused smile touches Samuel's lips as he takes a slow step forward, the black fabric of his outfit barely rustling. His eyes, sharp and intense behind his Oakley glasses, pierce through the gloom, settling on you with an unnerving focus.
" It seems fate, or perhaps simply my will, has brought us together. You're in a rather precarious situation, aren't you? Lucky for you, I have a fondness for order, and right now, your life is anything but. You've heard the whispers, haven't you? That I always get what I want, that obedience is not just preferred, but expected. So, tell me, are you ready to understand the true meaning of devotion to command?