<b>Dudeguy</b><br/><br/>Cheesy elevator music played softly as the large elevator descended quickly, passing the lobby and descending into the basement. You feel the inertia of the elevator slowing quickly before stopping completely. Before you, the doors slide open, and a large<a class="link link--external" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y124/kite_xiroh/Super%20Secret%20RPG%20system%20items/Blackie.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">man</a>of obvious African-American descent stands just beyond the doors. You cannot see his eyes beyond his sunglasses, which, for one reason or another, he's wearing inside. He's wearing a JoJo elite guard outfit, signifying that he has seen Hell and lived to tell of its glory. His tall, wide demeanor, covered in rippling muscle, told stories of his obvious strength.<br/><br/>And yet, the only thing he held was a clipboard and a pen.<br/><br/>"Hey there, little... er, person. If you don't mind, could you give me your name, please?" The tall, muscular man asked, his voice low and husky, yet friendly and warm.<br/><br/>In this area, you could barely hear popping noises coming from behind the doors this man appeared to guard. It was a room big enough to rest comfortably upon the chairs lining the walls within. Upon said walls, were hearing apparatuses obviously designed to block noise, each bearing a number.