"Please send him in", she smiled.

Rita paced about, curiosity eating at her. Soon, there was a knock on her door. She rushed to open it up to reveal the face or Francis. Rita chuckled because he indeed dressed shabbily and his full name of hair was unkempt.

"Francis", Rita smiled.

Francis was of medium height with a gentle exterior but Rita wasn't fooled. She knew that beneath all his charms, he was a gutter fighter. He was a man who had seen a lot of things, a man who ...