In the dimly lit alley, shadows enveloped everything, with only the faint moonlight sneaking through the tall buildings. It was eerily quiet except for the distant sounds of the bustling city echoing faintly.
Two carriages stood side by side, their windows covered with heavy curtains, adding to the mysterious atmosphere. Despite their close proximity, an underlying tension hung thick in the air, even in the darkness.
Inside one of the carriages, a man in his late 40s sat, his features hidden in the shadows. Yet, his restlessness was apparent as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His hair, once dark, now bore streaks of gray, evidence of the years of service and stress he had endured.
"It is rare to call me urgently. Spill it quick. I have somewhere I must be," he remarked, his voice tinged with unease as he addressed the passenger in the adjacent carriage.
