The night was cold and quiet as I walked away from the docks, the illegal work finally done. My expensive car was parked ahead, a stark contrast to the gritty surroundings. I paused beside it, hand on the polished surface, taking a deep breath to shake off the tension still lingering from the job.

The shadows of the cargo containers loomed around me, but everything was as it should be. I stood there for a moment, letting the stillness of the night sink in, not yet ready to leave.