The harsh, blinding red and blue lights of the police cruiser finally bled out into the sprawling darkness of the city, leaving nothing but the cold, damp chill of the night creeping into the alleyway.
The three men stepped out of the shadows where the cops had dumped them, their bodies aching, their pride shattered into jagged little pieces.
Goro, the one with the expensive but now scratched watch, aggressively ruffled his messy hair, his chest heaving as the night air finally fell heavily around them.
His muscles were still throbbing with a phantom ache from the dojo, but worse than the physical pain was the absolute humiliation burning in his gut.
"Fuck..." Goro spat, his voice trembling with a mix of raw anger and unadulterated lust. He leaned against the damp brick wall, inhaling sharply before sinking down like a common street thug.
