The setting sun in Harbor City cast a beautiful glow through the tall tinted windows of Katherine's old apartment. Inside, the space was filled with several men with loaded guns.
On the sofa, Chris had just finished cleaning up the wound on his abdomen, covering it up with a new bandage. Then, he grabbed a grey shirt from the side and wore it on him. The shots given by the doctor last night had already worn off and he could feel the throbbing pain on his wounds. However, he refused to take any pain medication, so he sucked it up and clenched his jaw. This wasn't his first wound, but it hurt just like all the others—although he got better in handling the pain unlike before. He was getting too old for this.
