The night falls swiftly but the city is not shrouded in darkness. The lights from buildings and neon signs leave the stars invisible and the sky is just a vast inky black. Stare too long and you'll be pulled in, lost in thought and losing your mind.
He wishes he could go home and lay down, take a nap. But there's still work to be done and even an eight hour day at the station doesn't excuse him from night shift.
He's moving from block to block, picking up drops. There's not much to them (there never is, because a huge pile of cash would be pretty conspicuous), so when he starts, it's all easy to carry. He just sticks it in his backpack and goes. One after another, he continues until the bag is too full to stuff any more in. It's cumbersome, too heavy to carry for a prolonged amount of time. But he's taking it home and counting it, and then he's taking it to its final destination, the warehouse just outside of Ikebukuro.
He's been doing this for a long time now, and knows the ins and outs. This business is the easy shit, comparatively. Eventually, he knows he'll have to step it up if he wants to stay with Kyokuto - he'll have to start dealing or collecting - but for now, he's content. He hasn't had to kill anyone yet.
He could stop, if he really wanted. He could vanish, disappear from their radar. He knows exactly how he would do it. But he finds that it's easier to just stay. It's easier to remain like this, despite the great risk and the terrible reward.
Because while it may lead to him being imprisoned or shot or killed, at least it's interesting.
