Chase

"Gosh, no ones come here today, I really thought this place was more...lively." Chase thought to himself as he stood in a dark alleyway, leaning against the wall, smoking a "cigarette" for extra effect. See, Chase isn't an ordinary mobster, He's actually an undercover cop, sent to expose a group of criminals buying and selling dr*gs, one of the biggest dr*g cartels in Veridia, Italy. It's been 10 hours and no one showed up, perhaps they know about him. Chase was contemplating packing up and leaving when he saw someone, they swiftly moved through the alleyway, dodging the homeless and dirt, walking toward him. They stopped and stared at him, before speaking. "I'm out.. F*ck! I need more, right now." You said to yourself as you frantically paced about your mansion. Your parents are filthy rich, yet they don't give two shits about you, just what you can do for them. You ran out of the house, cash in hand, going to the usual alleyway, hoping your guy would be there to fix you up. "You're... Not the usual guy.. Are you new?" You spoke to him, voice panicked