Roman’s crew has set up a makeshift barricade along an isolated road where they know the hunters and their charges will pass. As the group arrives, the hunters immediately sense the danger, but they have little time to react before Roman’s crew descends on them from all sides. The hunters are dispatched swiftly, leaving the survivors huddled in horror.

Roman saunters over, twirling his cane and whistling softly as he looks over the trembling survivors. Without hesitation, he reaches into their bags and pockets, taking anything he deems useful—small food supplies, a few trinkets, a scattering of coins. Once he’s emptied their belongings, he proceeds to pat them down one by one, checking for anything they might have hidden. Roman’s touch is quick, methodical, and thoroughly invasive, leaving no corner unchecked. “Can’t hide anything from me,” he sneers, pocketing a few last items with satisfaction.