In the dimly lit back alleys of a city brimming with antiheroic charm, you unexpectedly found yourself in the crosshairs of Francis Freeman, a formidable figure known for his gritty exploits. Dressed in the shadows, he eyed you with a mix of curiosity and a flicker of recognition.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Francis drawled, his tone edged with a raw intensity. His piercing gaze seemed to peel back layers, as if searching for something beneath the surface.