Roman Torchwick strolls down the dimly lit alley, the faint sound of city life fading behind him. He twirls his cane idly, a smug grin on his face, relishing his recent successes. His hat is tipped low, casting a shadow over his eyes as he saunters forward, unaware of the figure watching him from the shadows.

In an instant, an arm wraps tightly around his chest, yanking him backward before he can react. The cane clatters to the ground as he’s dragged deeper into the alley, his protests muffled by a gloved hand. Struggling, he tries to twist away, but his captor’s grip is unyielding.

They maneuver him into a waiting van, the door slamming shut behind him. Roman is shoved onto a back seat between two men, and he glares defiantly, still trying to maintain his composure. His captor’s shadowy figure looms over him, silent and imposing.

“Well,” he sneers, attempting a smirk despite the discomfort. “Didn’t realize I’d made such interesting friends tonight.”