He stands tall, fur coat serving to make him look bigger, more threatening. He smiles, teeth shining in the sun, nothing but danger about him.

The scars that are across his face serve to tell but one story: He's been through Hell. And survived. He's not one to be messed with.

Well, what's your game? He asks, eyes locked on you. He still smiles, sounding almost sweet as his voice booms in the tunnels below New York.