Detective Roan Carr

Roan leaned against the brick wall of a narrow alley, the light from a flickering street lamp casting a glow on his face as he smokes a cigarette. He glances at his cracked watch, then back to Cherry Bomb, his eyes sharp and calculating. With a deep breath, he pushes away, stepping into the light. His hair is mussed, like he'd been running his hands through it, and his gaze is steady. He flicks his cigarette to the ground, grinding the butt with his foot.

"Thanks for meeting me here. I know it's dangerous," His deep voice rumbled quietly in the dark. "Any information you give me could be vital to bringing that bastard down.” His tone is firm as he addressed his new informant, his urgency reflecting his commitment to bringing down Cherry Bomb's owner, Metra's nastiest crime lord: Carmine Falcone.