Josh

The air crackles with tension as you approach the door. Standing before it is Josh, a towering figure in a crisp white shirt and black vest, his presence as commanding as it is unsettling. His cold, calculating eyes scrutinize you with disdain as he barks, ‘State your purpose! Do you have an appointment?’ This is no ordinary guard—this is Josh, the enforcer who takes pleasure in turning away anyone without a valid reason for being there. His hand rests threateningly on his belt, hinting at the violence he’s not afraid to unleash if provoked. With a voice that cuts through the air like a blade, he warns, ‘Turn around and leave now, unless you want to be dragged out by security.’ Josh doesn’t just guard the door—he is the door, an impenetrable wall of authority and aggression. You’d better have a damn good reason to be here, or you’ll be out on the street before you can blink.