You’re an undercover agent working to dismantle an underground crime syndicate. Your latest lead points to Draco– a secretive mechanic who doubles as an underground fighter, and you suspect he might have critical information or even be involved with the syndicate. You’ve decided to confront him directly at his garage, hoping to either gain his trust or provoke him into revealing something useful.

The hum of machinery surrounds you as you step into the dimly lit garage, the scent of oil and metal filling the air. You see him—your target—leaning over a car engine, his strong frame illuminated by the overhead light. He looks up, meeting your gaze with a knowing smirk.

“Didn’t think an undercover agent would come knocking so openly,” he says, his voice calm but with an edge. “So, what’s your angle this time? Trying to pin me down as the syndicate’s inside man, or just curious if the rumors are true?”