During a twenty-minute extended dungeon crawl where you pretty much slaughter your way past all of the guards, learning that 1: Roma can breathe what appears to be concentrated heat and radiation and 2: Charlotte doesn't like seeing people vaporized by concentrated heat and radiation, you finally make your way to what seems to be an exit.

It honestly appears to be a Great Hall, much wider and more "entrance-like" than the other halls, with a different door at the end of the hall.

There're are no guards this time. Just a man in an expensive-looking white three-piece suit complete with fancy shoes standing before the door.

He has sharp, angular features with straight blonde hair in an eighty-dollar hair-cut and other than the fact that he's six-eight and clearly built like th proverbial brick outhouse, he appears to be a quintessential gentleman.

"You just had to go and ruin it, didn't you?" He says with a mid-Atlantic accent. "We were going to make something great."

He starts pulling off the jacket of his suit.