The night was deep and quiet.
On Green Mount Street, it was pitch black, not even your fingers visible before your eyes.
Up in the sky.
Dark clouds covered the moon, drifting snowflakes falling down.
At either end of the street stood two people.
Without uttering a word.
But the aura of menace permeated the entire street.
"Before you die, if you're willing to answer one question, I can let you die with clarity."
The man, holding a concealed weapon box in one hand, took out a cigarette from within his coat.
He quietly lit it.
In the pitch darkness of the night, the glow from the cigarette was exceptionally dazzling.
"Huh!"
After taking a deep puff, the man, with the cigarette clinging to his lips, spoke out, "I heard you've been causing a racket in the capital city. Who's backing you?"
In the pitch-black street where you could not see your hands in front of you, the burning red dot of the cigarette was the only thing visible.