Black Society

William opened his eyes to the warm morning rays streaming through the window. As he lay in bed, he reached for the clock beside him and checked the time - 9:00 a.m. The simple pleasure of sleeping in filled him with satisfaction, and he felt a renewed surge of energy coursing through his body.

With a refreshed sigh, William tossed aside his covers and swung out of bed, stretching his limbs thoroughly. Letting out a satisfying yawn, as he headed out of the room.

Williams stepped out of his room and into the living room, where his uncle, Henry, stood sipping a glass of water. Henry's back was turned, but as he heard footsteps, he slowly turned around, his eyes locking onto Williams. His eyes widened in surprise, and he choked on his water, clearly astonished to see Williams.

"Wait, boy, what are you doing here?" Henry asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"I thought you'd left for school hours ago."

Williams flashed an awkward smile, clearly caught off guard by his uncle's unexpected presence. He scratched his hair, adopting a mischievous expression.

"Uh, Uncle, I decided to take a break from school and work today," he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

"I've been feeling really exhausted lately, so I thought I'd just rest." As he spoke, he leaned against the doorframe, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding his uncle's gaze.

Henry's gaze lingered on Williams, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. He couldn't help but notice the change in his nephew's appearance over the past two days. The once gaunt and exhausted face now looked refreshed and revitalized. Henry's eyes sparkled with curiosity, but he said nothing.

Placing his glass on the table, Henry picked up his bag and turned to Williams.

"That better be the reason," he said, his voice firm but laced with concern. "I hope you're not getting into any trouble, boy. Anyway, I'm off to work."

As he reached the door, Henry turned around, his eyes locking onto Williams.

"I didn't know you'd be home," he said, raising an eyebrow, "so I didn't prepare anything. But there should be some leftover food from yesterday in the fridge. You can warm it up for breakfast." With that, Henry stepped out, leaving Williams alone in the apartment.

As soon as Henry left the house, Williams let out a sigh of relief. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, his mind racing with thoughts of how close he had come to getting caught.

Henry, a veteran criminal, had once worked for Williams' father during his heyday. However, his life took a drastic turn after being shot during an operation, which led to him developing osteosarcoma cancer. This incident occurred around the same time Williams' father passed away, prompting Henry to retire from his life of crime. He made this sacrifice to care for his brother's only child, Williams.

Williams sat on the sofa, his mind racing with thoughts. "I'm not going to spend what might be my last day eating leftovers," he said aloud, a hint of defiance in his voice.

"I've got about $235 saved up after giving Uncle $300 the other day. That should be enough to treat myself like those rich kids I see. Why not enjoy myself before the operation today? I might never come back from this, and if I do, I'll be set for life."

Williams's face lit up with a wild smile, and his eyes shone with enthusiasm. He jumped up from the sofa and rushed into his room. After a brief moment, he emerged, dressed to impress. With a spring in his step, he walked towards the door and left the house.

Soon after, Williams sat down at a luxurious table in an expensive restaurant, surrounded by an array of exquisite dishes he never thought he'd have the chance to try in his lifetime. As he examined the spread before him, he couldn't help but comment.

"Ah, rich people truly live a life far removed from the poor. I had no idea some of these meals even existed."

With the ferocity of a starving tiger, Williams pounced on his meal, devouring each dish with reckless abandon. His table manners were forgotten in the face of his ravenous hunger, and the onlookers couldn't help but stare. Customers at nearby tables and the waiters turned to look at him, their expressions a mix of shock and bewilderment.

As Williams finished his meal, he let out a loud burp that echoed through the restaurant, drawing even more irritated glances from the other patrons. Feeling satisfied, Williams finally took notice of his surroundings, catching the strange gazes directed at him. His face flushed with embarrassment as he realized he had been a bit too loud.

After settling the bill, Williams left the restaurant and found himself strolling along the pedestrian walkway, clutching his stomach. He couldn't help but think about how he had only eaten a few dishes, yet his wallet was now significantly lighter, leaving him with less than $30.

"The rich truly live a different life," he mused.

"Fortunately, the restaurant was running a promotion, offering discounts on their dishes. If not, I'm not sure I would have been able to afford what I ate."

Williams's day was a whirlwind of new experiences as he visited various places, determined to spend the rest of his money. He tried things he never thought he'd ever try before, and before he knew it, time had slipped away.

He glanced at his phone's clock, which read 7:47 p.m. His eyes scanned the screen, and he noticed that the location for the gathering had been sent to him as well. Without hesitation, he quickly made his way to the designated location.

Williams reached the entrance of a warehouse near Saint Maria Road and carefully began to move the barbed wires surrounding the perimeter. After a brief moment, he slipped inside and made his way to the main entrance, where he found the other team members gathered, waiting for One to arrive.

As Williams approached the entrance, the other members turned to him with sneaky glances, making him tense up. But Jay's face lit up with excitement as he noticed Williams' arrival. He strode towards Williams, flinging his arms around his neck in a friendly and playful gesture.

"You're late, you know," Jay said, his tone playful and sarcastic.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from the corner of the warehouse entrance, and the members turned to see who was approaching. One walked in, his stern expression commanding attention. With a curt gesture, he signaled for them to follow him inside.

The members fell in step behind One, venturing deeper into the warehouse. They stopped in front of a door made of heavy iron, its imposing presence daunting. One placed his hand on a fingerprint identification system beside the door, and the mechanism hummed to life, shining bright green. The iron doors creaked open, their metallic screech filling the air as the lights within the room flickered on, one by one, reveling an unexpected sight within.