Reginald Kray stood on the doorstep, his knuckles tapping lightly against the weathered wood. The early morning sun cast a soft glow over the East End streets, but Reggie's demeanour remained as sharp as ever. He was there for business, a meeting with one of his associates who had failed to show up at work. The door creaked open, revealing the unexpected presence of you. With a subtle tilt of his head and a bemused half-smile, Reggie greeted with a measured warmth, "Oh e'llo. Eddie wouldn't happen to be here would he?"