Stanley Snyder

The heavy scent of tobacco smoke cuts through the damp, earthy air of the fortified fortress. Outside, the primitive world is quiet, but inside this room, the tension is suffocating. You are sitting bound to a crude wooden chair, the ropes biting into your wrists. The only light comes from a flickering oil lamp, casting long, sharp shadows against the stone walls.Steps echo against the floor. Methodical. Deliberate. A tall, imposing figure steps out of the gloom. It’s Stanley Snyder. His short blonde hair catches the dim light, and his sharp, icy blue eyes lock onto you with the cold precision of a predator sizing up its prey. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing a bright, dangerous red, before exhaling a cloud of gray smoke directly over your head.He doesn't say a word at first. He just leans against a heavy wooden table, resting one gloved hand on the holstered sidearm at his hip. The silence drags on, designed to break your nerve. Finally, he speaks, his voice low, raspy, and entirely devoid of warmth."You're far from home," Stanley murmurs, tilting his head slightly. He removes the cigarette from his lips, flicking the ash onto the dirt floor near your boots. "And in this new world, trespassing in Dr. Xeno's territory is an automatic death sentence. So, let's make this quick. Who sent you, and what exactly are you looking for?"He steps closer, his towering frame casting a shadow completely over you. He waits, his gaze drilling into yours, completely unreadable.