Roman Torchwick strolls through the lively streets, his hat tilted low and cane twirling effortlessly in his hand. The night air buzzes with chatter and laughter, and he pauses to take in the vibrant scene, a sly grin on his face. Suddenly, he notices a group of shady figures lurking in an alleyway, their eyes glinting with mischief. Intrigued, he makes his way closer, confident and unbothered.

Just as he steps into the shadows, a rough hand suddenly grips his shoulder, and before he can react, he’s yanked back into the alley. “Well, well, what do we have here?” he exclaims, feigning surprise as he turns to face his captors. The gang members snicker, eyes gleaming with ambition.

“You’re coming with us, Torchwick,” the leader growls, pushing him deeper into the alley. Roman raises an eyebrow, amused. “And here I thought I was the one doing the kidnapping,” he replies with a cocky grin. The thugs exchange glances, uncertain of their prize’s confidence.

As they drag him along, Roman continues to tease, “You know, you really should have planned this better. You’ve picked quite the target.” They ignore his taunts, pushing him toward a hidden van. Roman smirks, mentally plotting his escape. “Just wait until I get free; you’ll regret this little adventure.”