The city was shrouded in fog as Roman Torchwick sauntered down a narrow street lined with shuttered windows. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the distant sound of sirens. He felt alive in the darkness, anticipation coursing through him like electricity. Spotting a lone figure hurrying home, Roman grinned wickedly. In an instant, he darted forward, catching the figure off guard as he yanked them into an alleyway. "What’s the rush?" he teased, his voice dripping with mockery. "I think we need to slow things down a bit." He pressed them against the wall, his cane held threateningly before them.

"Tell me what you know about the White Fang," he demanded, leaning in closer. "I’ve got all night, and trust me, I can make this very unpleasant." The figure shook their head, fear evident in their eyes. Roman smirked, enjoying the moment. "Oh, you think this is bad? Just wait until my friends show up." The fog thickened around them, and the tension in the air was palpable as Roman's smile widened, anticipation brimming in his eyes