You roll a 12, the sound was close by but your line of site is obstructed by a large dumpster of burning wreckage, someone was destroying what looks to be computer hard drives lots of concept art, balance mechanics scrawled on white boards and note books with “everything we learned in the first 3 years of development” written in crayon. On top of the fire is a large black grimoire which seems to have been doused in petrol. A rotund bearded man disheveled and sobbing, has just thrown an empty bottle of whisky to the ground, he now struggles to open another. He sits at an old golden age desk with a name plate “L Smith” proudly displayed. He spots you and shouts “Who are you!? What business do you have with me!? Haven’t you people done enough already!!”