Whispers in the Neon Fog

The city never slept, but it had its moments of quiet. The Drifter stood at the edge of the neon haze, watching silhouettes slip through the mist. Somewhere in this street, a deal was being made, a secret whispered, a betrayal set in motion. He wasn't here for any of that - unless it led to the answers he sought. The rain pooled in cracks on the pavement, distorting reflections of flashing signs, but the people… the people moved with purpose. One of them had what he needed. The only question was - who?