[ For show, the shadows undulate around him, but peel away from the light of the flashlight, the occasional hiss of a creature clear, before it disappears back into the ether. Like a living, breathing thing, but what it leaves, as Rusty looks around, is even more eerie.

A living room.

A very expensive living room. In a mansion, obviously. But it's not Rusty's. The blue roses on a table are rather obviously an anomaly. ]

Oh, I'm an enemy of a great many people, actually. Yours just seems so... interesting, if you must know.

[ The flashlight finally found the villain, sitting in a chair, an open book in one hand, and a glass in another. ] Something to drink?