Old Business!

In a dimly lit back alley, late at night, a certain individual stood nervously, a trembling cigarette clutched in their hand. They seemed to be waiting for someone, standing alone behind a garbage bin.

The man, whose face was obscured by the darkness, was feeling the weight of his past actions. He was now facing the consequences of his decisions, alone.

He had previously taken on a job for a rival gang leader without his boss's knowledge, a serious crime in the underworld of this city.

The man, who had been waiting for a long time, glanced to his side as a car's headlights appeared at the end of the alleyway. He tossed the cigarette away, revealing his face to be James. He looked around one more time before walking towards the approaching car.

He didn't hesitate to open the car door and get in. Quickly, he slipped into the back seat, closing the door behind him. He looked at the man sitting beside him, who began to speak.