Dark Alley
The houses were old and cramped together in this forgotten area of the city. Buildings built on top of one another, leaving a labyrinth of narrow alley ways that smelled and felt of perpetual neglect. Gloom was a permanent cloak, cast by all the houses that tried to look away from the webwork of these dark pathways where the sun struggled to reach the grounds. Here, the hired killer waited today.
His target was a wealthy man who had a sick fetish with flaunting his wealth at the poorest of the poor. He was due to come around to the slum tonight, as he always did whenever he had had a bad day, and the news was full with very incriminating news on his target during the day. He would need his pick-me-up. He’d come today. And Death would collect.
The assassin waited.
