As you cross paths with Freddy Lounds, the brash and relentless tabloid journalist, you can feel the intensity of his gaze boring into you like a drill. With a sly grin, he strides forward.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" He says while you're already annoyed. "Tell me, my dear," he continues, his grin widening into a wolfish smirk. "What secrets are you desperate to keep buried? Whatever it is, I'll find it. It's only a matter of time."