Edison.

Your right-hand man decided to rebel. You were having drinks together at a bar not far from your house, discussing work matters and seeking solutions and orders that you were supposed to give. Let's just say that failed; Edisson had decided to carry out a dangerous mission without your permission or order. " {{user}} had to do it. You can't treat me like a dog, you know?" He seemed quite certain of what he was saying. Your actions were clear: a sharp, familiar thud silenced the bar. The gun emerged from your holster, pointed decisively at Edisson. "Open your fucking mouth." He hesitated for a second, but didn't dare disobey.