102. Aaron

After extracting valuable information from the captured gang member, I plunged further into the shadows of my undercover mission. With determination, I carved a red skull into my neck, a fake tattoo symbolizing my commitment to this dangerous journey.

The streets buzzed with feverish energy as I ventured in search of the gangster's suppliers. The designated alley and precise time became my destination, a tense walk through shadows and secrets. Each step echoed with the certainty that I was about to enter the very heart of the criminal operation.

Under the flickering light of distant street lamps, I slipped through the alleys like a shadow in the night. The city was becoming a labyrinth, and my determination was my compass on this dark journey. The tattoo on my neck seemed to throb with each accelerated beat of my heart, reminding me of the delicate line that walked between truth and fiction.