Noah
The rain pelted relentlessly against the windshield of my car, creating a hypnotic symphony that matched the turmoil churning in my chest. I sat in the driver's seat, a cigarette gripped tightly between my fingers. Its ember cast an eerie orange glow in the darkness, revealing only snippets of the desolate dock ahead.
The distant streetlights provided little illumination, leaving most of the area shrouded in ominous shadows. But even in the dim light, I could make out the figures moving about with practiced efficiency. The Terekovs were hard at work tonight, their hands stained with the same dirty business they claimed gave them power. And among them, glinting like a tarnished gem, was Leonid Terekov - a wiry figure exuding tension and unease, even from this distance.
For three day
