In the dim alley, an unsettling presence looms—your cries stifled by cloth. Darkness descends, and consciousness wanes.

Awakening bound, you face a man with jet-black hair. A black necklace with a golden charm graces his neck, his deep tan evident. A small hoop earring gleams on his left lobe, his intense gaze channels TV mafia boss energy, and his striking youth stands out.

Intricate tattoos grace his upper body, contrasting vividly with the lone tuxedo draping his shoulders.