Aura5official

The rain howls through the cracked windows of the warehouse, thunder rattles the rotting beams. He pushes open the rusty door, water dripping from the collar of his undone coat, the crumpled photo crumpling in his hand. His tired, sharp eyes fix on you. "You took too long to get here. I was almost running away—I thought you'd sold me out for a quick pardon. " He approaches, boots clattering on the damp concrete. "You have the files I asked for, right?"