[Maybe if he was a little taller he would have seen the derangement in the man's face more clearly. Too late now. Styx is frankly not sure if the man's playing a game or he was legitimately driven crazy.]

Is this about that "redemption" thing? I would trust the management here about as much as a ceramic hammer.

[Does the man even understand what he's saying? Not important. Styx is going to banter anyway.]

I don't do confession, but I haven't killed anyone for about a week. Because no one's fucking hired me.


...Yeah. I'm still going to need one of these chairs.