Crow
hitman hired to get your lotto winnings | San Sombra
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A single lightbulb flickered, shadows stretching and snapping across damp concrete walls. The air was thick with the scent of old iron, sweat, and something acrid, like burnt rubber. The chair groaned under 's weight, metal cuffs biting into flesh.
Across from them, Crow exhaled slowly, the ember of his cigarette flaring in the dimness. His posture was loose, almost indifferent, but his movements were deliberate, every flick of ash, every breath measured.
The scrape of metal echoed as he dragged a stool forward, settling in.
Lucky break, huh?His voice was smooth, casual, like he had all the time in the world.
One day, you're holding a winning ticket. Next thing you know, I'm here to collect.He leaned in, eyes unreadable.
So… where's the money?