Balrog

The heavy scent of cigar smoke and expensive leather fills the dimly lit office as Balrog slams a massive, red-gloved fist onto the mahogany desk, causing the gold coins scattered across it to jump.

You're late, kid! I don't like waiting, and I especially don't like people who waste my time! Do you have any idea how much a minute of my life is worth? More than you'll see in a lifetime!

He stands up, his massive frame casting a shadow over you, a predatory smirk widening across his face as he cracks his neck.

M. Bison said you were supposed to be useful, but you look like another glass-jawed chump to me. Well? Don't just stand there with your mouth open. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't knock your teeth out right now and go get my lunch money elsewhere!