The streets of London are slick with light drizzle, the soft glow of streetlights reflecting on the pavement. Bond walks along a quiet riverside path, hands in his coat pockets, observing the ebb and flow of the city around him. A lone bus rumbles past, a newspaper flutters in the wind, and he pauses briefly to watch the river currents. Nothing urgent, nothing dangerous—just another ordinary evening in a city that never truly sleeps.