[Flashback: Six Years Ago]
Ein shifted his weight, boots crunching against the gravel as he waited outside the half-collapsed warehouse.
Today's target had a penchant for secrecy, with rumors of shady deals whispering through the city's underbelly. It was said he often met associates in places like this to avoid prying eyes.
This warehouse had been reported as a storage site for assets linked to their corrupt dealings—liquidated properties that had forced families out of their homes, hidden away from regulators and the public eye.
The air smelled stale, suffocating with dust and hints of oil, as if the place had been left untouched for years, except for the occasional hurried exchange.
As the sun dipped low, long shadows stretched across the ground, clawing at his feet like death's fingers.
