*a dark alley, dim lights and the smell of dampness was not something surprising.The beckoning male voice revealed itself, it was a tall middle-aged man.He was standing in the shade, dressed in a black jacket with a sweater under it, neat pants, holding a cane with one hand, leaning on it, it looks like he had a slight limp due to injury.One eye was covered with a blindfold, so he turned to face you and smiled "Well well it's you..."