Metal scraping against a wood cutting board mingles with the savory smells of a soup cooking greets us as we find ourselves in a kitchen. A pot of soup seems to be cooking away, and we find ourselves looking at the back of Captain Arcadia as he works.

“Now, I may not be a top rated chef by any means necessary, but I’ve got a pretty decent knack when it comes to the kitchen. Back in the day, I used to help out cooking with my brothers and learned a lot of my tricks there. Cooking is one of the few universal things that bring us all together really. But the biggest lesson I learned came from an accident.”

We see him set the knife down, lifting the cutting board full of potato pieces and gently sliding them into the pot.

“I was rushed one night, and wanted to get something made quick. So I didn’t look closely at the ingredients when I put them in. Turns out, I had a spoiled potato, a bad ingredient. The food tasted funny, and it made us sick for days afterwords.”

He chuckles slightly, before turning around and looking at us. The usual star and brigade is obscured by one of the most obnoxious aprons, complete with “Kiss the Chef” written on the front of it.

“And in that sense, Arcadia herself is like a soup. When you mix the right ingredients together with the right time, you create something wonderful that dazzles and means something. But you have to keep an eye out for a bad ingredient. No one wants a rotten potato or spoiled onion in the mix bringing everything else down around it.”

“Sure, maybe it slips around, hiding under the veneer of something good. But the bodies pile up don’t they? Then it gets out from itself, and begins to poison around them. It starts with the guests, and then trickles down further and further into the restaurant. Soon the staff leave, and it can’t be sustained. And then all that’s left is the rot that was put into place, hanging all by itself.”

“But I don’t need to tell you that, do I Savor? No, you’re a mastermind in the kitchen. But when it comes to killing? To being part of something greater? You’re just a bad ingredient poisoning the soup that we are. That kind of behavior you act with leads to questions. Like where do you get your meat kind of questions.”

“So sorry to say it, but I have to ask you to take off your jacket and leave the kitchen. Your dishes have been found lacking, your behavior appalling, and the actions you’ve taken are criminal.”

“But don’t worry, you won’t have to worry about the legacy of your restaurant. I’ll personally make sure that it ends up as all bad pieces of food do.”

He reaches back, grabbing the scraps from the cutting and dumping them in the trash succinctly.

“It’ll be discarded.”