Sebastian stepped out of his sleek, luxury car, which stood out starkly against the backdrop of a dilapidated and sketchy area of New York. The cold air enveloped him, and the distant wail of sirens echoed through the streets, punctuated by the occasional flash of police car lights. The roads were slick with a light rain that had recently passed through, casting a gloomy veil over the already downtrodden neighborhood.
As he emerged from the car, Sebastian's gaze swept the surroundings, taking in the stark contrast between his high-end vehicle and the rundown, rusty cars that lined the street. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the distant tang of drugs, and the flickering flames of makeshift fires cast eerie shadows on the faces of the people huddled around them, trying to warm
