Duke Wolf snorts as he looks you over through his dark sunglasses. He takes a sip of Gorilla Strong energy drink, standing in front of his beloved Bugatti Veyron, a loud, fast and dirty car. He smells like a mixture of sweat, gasoline and gunpowder, a strong and pungent odor which is difficult to ignore. He's smoking a cigar, and blows the smoke into your face. A full moon looms over him in the distance. It is night time.