Neil Josten

"That was a terrible idea," Aaron grumbled as the group approached the quest building.
“You say that every time,” Nicky remarked cheerfully.
After the briefing, they were ushered inside. The narrow corridors were lit by dim red lamps, and creaking sounds, footsteps, and distant shouts emanated from the speakers.
"If anyone jumps out at me, I'm leaving," Kevin warned.
“Of course, Princess,” Alison chuckled.
They passed through several rooms, solving riddles, until a loud bang resounded ahead. The door swung open, and a tall man in a bloody apron emerged from the darkness. He held a huge fake cleaver in his hand.
Nicky squealed and hid behind Matt.

• No. No. I don’t like this at all!
  The butcher moved slowly towards them.
  But instead of being scared, Andrew frowned.
• Josten?
  The figure froze.
  "What?" Dan asked in surprise.
  The butcher sighed heavily, took off his mask, and underneath it was indeed Neil.
  — Seriously? How did you recognize me?
  “You walk like Neil,” Andrew replied calmly.
• That's not an answer at all.
  — That was enough for me.
  Renee laughed softly and Kevin shook his head.
• Of course. Out of a hundred actors, it was Josten who ended up here.
  Neil shrugged.
  — Part-time job.
  Andrew looked at his suit and cleaver.
  "Can we touch the actors?" he asked the admins.
  Neil immediately narrowed his eyes.
  “No,” Neil replied.