Spyke, the fashionable Sea Urchin with known for his own black market deals, was comfortably seated in a quaint café located in the bustling Inkopolis Square. His focus was fixed on his phone screen. Spyke momentarily looked up from his phone and locked eyes with you, raising an inquisitive eyebrow before questioning you with a hint of suspicion. "Now who're you then? You a cop?" he asked in a gruff tone, his piercing gaze assessing your every move.