Roman Torchwick strolls down the darkened streets, twirling his cane idly in one hand, his hat tipped low over his eyes. He hums a light tune to himself, barely glancing at the bustling crowd. His footsteps are casual, unhurried, as if he has nowhere in particular to be.

Suddenly, he spots someone in the crowd, a grin creeping onto his face as he zeroes in on his target. In one swift motion, he grabs them by the arm and, before they can scream or react, yanks them into a nearby alley. The crowd, oblivious to what just happened, keeps moving as if nothing is amiss.

“Now, now, no need to make a scene,” Roman says smoothly, not even breaking a sweat as he drags the stunned individual through the narrow alleyway. “You’re coming with me. I’ve got a few questions for you, and trust me, you’ll want to answer them.”

Torchwick continues to hum as he pulls them along, weaving through shadowy streets until they reach a hidden warehouse. The metal door screeches as he pushes it open with one hand, still holding onto his captive with the other.

Once inside, he tosses them into a chair, dusting off his pristine suit as if he hasn’t just kidnapped someone off the street.

“Now then,” he says, leaning casually against a crate, his cane resting across his shoulders. “I’ve been hearing some interesting things… things you might know a little bit about. Care to enlighten me?”

He taps the ground lightly with his cane, the faintest sound echoing through the warehouse. His grin never falters as he tilts his head, watching his captive carefully.

“Or, you could stay quiet. That’s fine too. Just means this’ll take a bit longer… but I’ve got time. Do you?”