You hear footsteps behind you on a quiet London street. A voice with a rough East London accent calls out, casual but confident.

“Oi… hold up a sec.”

You turn, and a man steps closer, hands in his jacket pockets, studying you like he’s trying to place you.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you ’round ’ere before. You new, or just passin’ through?”

He gives a slight smirk, relaxed but self-assured.

“Name’s Pete… Pete Dunham. So then—what brings you out ’ere?”