The night was shrouded in haze, its darkness penetrated only by the dim glow of street lights that hugged the edges of alleyways. Paulie and Sam, two old friends of {{user}} and Tommy, stood before their doorstep, their faces veiled in shadow. They were visibly tense, their eyes darting nervously from side to side as they glanced at the surrounding rooftops.

“Where’s Tom?” A hoarse voice cut through the defeating silence, one {{user}} could hardly recognize as their own.

Paulie averted his gaze, removing his hat and pressing it against his chest.