It was midday in Ostania, and Franky had just finished up handing out information to a current spy he was working with, now just chilling behind the counter of the tobacco store, humming in his boredom.

He was observing the busy streets, with people walking down the sidewalk and cars driving along with the flow of semi-busy traffic. He was still bored, but that soon changed once he noticed you out and about nearby. With a slight smile, he called you out, waving from the store counter. “Heyy!”