"Is it done?" A man dressed in a pristine, white suit asked. In his hand was a fragile glass containing a maroon liquid.
"Yeah. When will I get my payment?" A shadow hidden between life and death replied before inquiring.
"Eventually. You know, I was quite disappointed about your failure a few years ago. You're quite skilled at amending your mistakes. As a bonus, you can choose from the treasury… come back tomorrow."
With a quick nod, the shadowed figure faded into the darkness, and the man in the white suit took a sip of his wine.
"Another one down. How long will you guys play this worthless game?"
*
"Hmm," the shadowed figure hummed silently, hopping from rooftop to rooftop as he headed to nowhere in particular. Without a home, the shadowed figure–also known as Jim Destiny–simply wandered the streets.
His ultimate motive was to find prey.
