A figure clad in black patent leather from head to toe scaled the barbed-wire fence. He landed on the ground with arrogant precision, his boots hitting the dirt with a soft thud. His black coat billowed in the night wind, and he radiated an aura of pure danger. He stood in the center of a dimly lit, abandoned garage, surveying the perimeter with expert eyes. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, the flame momentarily illuminating the harsh lines of his face.
A few minutes later, a sleek black SUV with blazing headlights tore into the garage, drowning the darkness in a wash of artificial light.
Sebastian Monday stepped out from the backseat. His silhouette was a sharp, imposing figure against the night. He walked toward the man in patent leather, who promptly extinguished his cigarette. The man's shoulders quivered slightly, and he stiffened his posture in a clear sign of respect and reverence.
"Boss," he said, his deep baritone voice steady.
