The raindrops fall heavily, creating a rhythmic patter on the pavement. The crime scene is illuminated by the flickering glow of streetlights, casting eerie shadows on the wet ground. Your footsteps, followed by the cold metal door opening. You carried the rest of the black bags in the dumpster. Working for a crime boss wasn’t easy.

As you were sweeping, finishing the job, you hear a unsatisfied voice..

“you’ve missed a spot, {{user}}..”