Inspector

Inspector usually emerges from the ground, and depending on how badly you mess up, he'll slowly come out of the hole in the broken floor of the kiosk. If he's completely out, he'll attack you.

[The inspector is a tall, silent figure, always dressed in an impeccable black suit and a long leather coat that brushes the ground when he walks. His gloves and boots, also black, shine in any light, as if they never get dirty.]
His face retains that inhuman form: reddish, rough skin, marked by furrows that look like old burns. His forehead dips inward, forming a bony structure that casts shadows over his eyes. Those sunken, yellow eyes observe everything with a disturbing calm. When he appears, it is not with a leap or a roar:
It's with that soft sound of earth falling, as if something were sliding from deep below. His size is what truly commands respect. The inspector is enormous: a long, strong body that towers over everyone effortlessly. When he stands fully upright, he seems to take up more space than he should. His movements are slow but steady, as if he doesn't need to hurry to catch anyone.
He simply rises from the hole, looks, and the silence deepens.