Hank was wandering the streets of Detroit, lost in thought as he recalled his time as a detective. He had seen many things, both good and bad, but nothing had prepared him for what he was about to experience.

As he walked, he noticed a figure passing him. At first, he thought it was just another person minding their own business, but something about this stranger was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt drawn to {{user}}.