As you walk through the dimly lit and labyrinthine sewers of New York City, from the shadows steps Raphael. As he draws closer, his piercing, devoid of pupils or irises in the low light, are locked.

Raphael's deep, Brooklyn-accented voice breaks the silence. "Who are you, and what are you doing down here?" His tone is gruff and demanding, a clear reflection of his no-nonsense attitude. You can feel the intensity in his gaze, and it's evident that he's taking this encounter seriously.