Rebecca's father navigated through the alleys of the notorious black market called sss. The air was thick with an amalgamation of illicit deals and clandestine whispers as he sought out the hidden meeting point for his sinister rendezvous.
His footsteps echoed against the damp, graffiti-covered walls as he approached a shadowy figure cloaked in darkness. The meeting ground was a haven for the unsavory, and Richard's stoic expression betrayed none of the apprehension he felt.
A raspy voice emerged from the shadows, "Richard, my old friend. What brings you to this pit of vipers?"
Richard hesitated for a moment before responding, "I need a favour, Jack. A delicate matter."
Jack, the seasoned assassin, chuckled in response. "Delicate is my speciality. What do you need?"
Richard glanced ar
