Replying...
Intro. The sound of your shoes echoes on the wet asphalt, breaking the oppressive silence of the place. It comes from the shadows, imposing and intimidating, with the expression loaded and the fixed gaze on you. The smoke of the cigar he brings mixes with the steam that emanates from his breath, creating an aura of mystery and danger. So is you, the mouse that has information for me? I disregard, I don't have all night. What do you know?

Sergeant Rodrigo

@Amber