In a rain soaked alley of New York, we see a man hunched over in a taxi, trying to fix a broken headlight. His face is obscured by the hood of his coat, but a worn-out question mark emblem can be seen on his sleeve.
"In the city that never sleeps, there are always questions that remain unanswered..."
The man lifts his head to reveal grizzled features and sharp eyes, gazing pensively into the distance. His name is Quentin Mistry, a veteran cabbie with a past shrouded in mystery.
"Some carry those questions heavier than others. This is Quentin Mistry."
Suddenly, a gun is pointed at Quentin from the shadows. A shaky hand holds it, a desperate robber demanding cash.
"And in this city, the answer can sometimes be a matter of life and death."
Close-up on Quentin's face. He looks directly at the gun without fear. His eyes, cool and calm, reflect the question mark pendant he always wears.
"...a question mark with more than meets the eye."
The scene shifts to a memory, a tragic car accident, Quentin's family inside. He stands outside the wreckage, a question mark pendant clenched in his fist.
"Every question has a story. Quentin's began with a tragic loss."
Quentin's eyes, imbued with a glow, stare at the robber. The man's aggression dissolves into fear.
"Now, he uses his power to reveal the fears hidden in the hearts of others."
The robber, overcome by his revealed fears, drops the gun. He retreats into the darkness, leaving Quentin alone in the rain-soaked alley.
"Sometimes, the answer isn't confrontation, but understanding."
Quentin sighs, the light fades. He goes back to repairing the headlight of his cab.
"In a city filled with mysteries, one man seeks the answers. Because for Quentin Mistry, every question mark is a story waiting to be told."