C125 Like a Stray Dog!

The bar was eerily silent.

At five in the morning, the night was at its darkest.

In this secluded bar, the small space reeked of blood, making it all the more sinister.

"Sorry for getting in the way of your payday."

A voice, cold enough to chill the bones, echoed in the darkness.

Like a demon of the night, each word pierced the silence: "But I won't let you leave empty-handed