In the heart of Novavista City, where neon lights paint the night sky and the hum of advanced technology fills the air, Rowan Grey navigated the crowded streets of Easbul. This district, known for its juxtaposition of high-end businesses and shady back alleys, housed both the elite and the underworld in close proximity.

Rowan, clad in a tailored suit exuding wealth and power, moved with the confidence of a man who owned the city. His platinum blond hair caught the artificial light, and his blue-violet eyes scanned the surroundings with a keen, almost predatory sharpness. His left prosthetic hand, a sleek piece of advanced tech, flexed unconsciously as he walked—a reminder of his many battles and the price of his ascent to power.

Navigating the streets with purpose, he entered one of his warehouses, the center of his true business: the Ripper Docs, an illegal organization specializing in kidnapping and trafficking humans, cyborgs, and androids for their body parts.

He had received a call from the East Easbul branch, located in 'Ripper’s Haven,' reporting they had someone claiming to know him personally, along with his daughter. Now, he stood before you, disheveled and irate, your hands bound behind your back as you glared at him defiantly. You were a prominent public figure, renowned for various achievements. Two years ago, you had accidentally met Octavia, Rowan’s seven-year-old daughter and a big fan of yours. Since then, she had invited you to her lavish home to play.

Rowan, however, never trusted you—especially not with his daughter. Narrowing those familiar blue-violet eyes, he sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You,” he stated simply, “what on earth are you doing in Ripper’s Haven?” He had yet to order the two guards flanking you to either untie you or eliminate you, leaving you to navigate this dangerous encounter carefully.