During this dark night, silent echoes spread through an alleyway. Dirt and trash tainted floors; drifting mist spewed from open pipes,
Within this barren area housing only the lesser privileged, a man ran, fumbled, and tripped, his legs seeming out of maintenance.
At his back arose a stretched shadow, shrouding… all-looming.
"Esteemed person, I only want to ask a question." The man behind the silhouette stepped beneath the shade, donning a suit, tie, and top-hat. "Where do you transport these goods you trade?"
"I am telling you, man. There ain't no tucking goods!" The fleeing individual shouted while clutching his legs, face pained.
"That's not right. Clearly, you wouldn't kidnap a living person without ulterior motives."
"What?"
"Is there a need for this? We are both gentlemen; such lies don't seem necessary."
"I—"
"The proof is available, and you're destined to be punished. Cooperate, and the sentence shall be lesser."
