As nightfall lumbered in, the lights dimmed in the urban area near Geno Port, with few pedestrians on the streets.
Recently, gang wars had intensified, with frequent shootouts on the streets. Going out at night wasn't a good idea; you could easily end up as collateral damage in a gang firefight.
On a deserted fishing dock on the outskirts by the sea, a faint glimmer of firelight pierced through the darkness.
Someone in the dark had sparked their lighter.
The flame flickered a few times before the wind snuffed it out before a cigarette could be lit.
Brody stubbornly scraped at his lighter again.
Still, the cigarette remained unlit, the flame extinguished again...
After several attempts, he grew irate.
"What's going on!"
Brody grew annoyed because never before had he failed so many times to light a single cigarette.
This failure made him rather uneasy, an inexplicable tension rising within him.
"Naro, come here!"
He waved over to one of his men.
"Got a light?"
