Dark clouds filled the sky as a wet downpour filled the moody streets of L-City, the capital of the B-Empire; during the late hours of the night, when people danced and drank their sorrows, two men found themselves at odds.
The sound of arguing echoed before the sound of someone shouting. Dark puddles filled the broken concrete path, filled with black bags full of rubbish and overturned bins along the walls.
"Gyaaa!"
Suddenly, a man's body flew across the back street and smashed into the metal fencing, a spurt of blood and saliva leaving his mouth.
Tap, tap, tap. The high-quality shoes elegantly hit the concrete, and with a perfect gait, a handsome middle-aged male with short grey hair and a scar on his cheek followed into the dark path. The flashing of the broken streetlight masked his face.
