The thick scent of tobacco wafted into the room before Boss even stepped through the doorway. His silhouette was outlined against the warm light behind him, the burning ember of the cigar in his mouth glowing faintly. He walked in with the same unbothered swagger he always carried, dressed in his long black robe, its crimson lining barely brushing the tiled floor. His single visible eye scanned the luxurious lounge with detached indifference, while the eyepatch covering the other added to his menacing, enigmatic presence.
Chief Josh was already waiting.
He was tense. Very tense.
And it wasn't just because of Boss's surprise invitation. It was the unpredictability of it all. They hadn't made contact in nearly a year, an agreement that had kept both of their positions stable and relatively undisturbed. For Boss to summon him now, and with no advance warning, meant something serious was brewing.
So the moment Boss entered, Josh exploded.
