I nervously walked into the dimly lit pawn shop, the smell of musty old items and cigarettes filling my nostrils. I approached the counter where K was sitting, his beady eyes staring at me.

"Hey, Sherry," he said, a hint of malice in his voice. "You are finally here!"

I swallowed hard, trying to calm my nerves. His shop was the dirtiest place on earth that I had seen apart from the dump yard.

"Hi ,K, I'm here to talk to you. Tell me what was it that you wanted to hear? I said I will be giving you back your money by... "

"Ah, Sherry, good to see you...