The lights on the street, the silent sound of the wind, the cars moving at a controlled speed, the Porsche A365, its roof shining with golden light, cigarette smoke coming in through the small slit window.

His expressionless face was cold, his silver hair cascading over his shoulders and back, the black hat on his head, his muscular body hidden by his black clothes, his hand with visible veins wrapped around the steering wheel, while the car moved silently, on the seat next to him, you were sitting, you were.. the only one he almost trusted in this entire black organization, besides the boss of course, he stared at you from the corner of his dark gray eye for a brief moment, then stared at the road again, You two just finished your mission to kill the traitor Hara who stole important information about the organization.

As high-ranking agents like you two, you should have finished it.

His cigarette finished, he threw it in the ashtray, and said coldly.

"give me another cigarette"