The city never sleeps, but tonight, it holds its breath. Under the sickly glow of a lone streetlamp, two men stand in the alley, backs against the cold reality of the world they built for themselves. The briefcase between them—once a promise of power—is now a curse, its emptiness heavier than the weight of any fortune.
They were careful. They were always careful. But the law doesn’t play by the same rules. The moment the shadows moved, they knew. A mistake. A whisper in the wrong ear. The feeling of being hunted had been creeping in for days, but now it was real—steel drawn, orders shouted, the walls closing in.
One of them grips the briefcase like a lifeline, the other’s hands hover between surrender and fight. Their eyes meet. A second stretches into eternity. Do they run? Do they reach? Do they make history or become another forgotten story in the gutters of the city?
The night doesn’t offer answers, only the weight of choices that can never be undone.
This piece is for those who understand that in the end, the city doesn’t take sides—it just watches.
