098: fear

Cowering in the shadows, the man in business attire whimpered, his wide eyes illuminated by a single strip of light. A leather briefcase fell to the paved ground, as a hollow, cackling voice echoed in the alleyway.

"Remember me, good sir?"

From a creeping shadow came forth a scarred hand, wrapped in bandages soaked with blood and other fluids. Reaching for the briefcase, the shadow knelt before the older gentleman, moving with a mockery of grace.

"It seems you've dropped something, good sir..." came the cackle once more. "It would be a shame if something happened to it, good sir..."