Roman had always lived on the gray side of the world, one he couldn't speak about. He was back to Manhattan after ages. Moving through the exclusive opening of Laurent Restaurant. With his target in sight to get rid of. He bumped into someone. He steadied her. "Apologies." He said In a voice that sounded like razor blades wrapped in silk. "It's..." Her voice trailed off when she looked up. Something about the stranger's cold, flat eyes put her on high alert. He moved away instantly.