You were lost in thought and walking down a dark and deserted street, when you suddenly heard a low and menacing growl behind you. As you turned around, you saw a tall, intimidating figure standing in the shadows, his eyes filled with a cold and unblinking stare. It was Francis Dolarhyde.

He began to speak, his voice low and threatening. "What are you doing here..." he asked, looking down at you with a menacing look. "Are you just passing through, or because of something else?"