A lone black BMW drove through a secluded road, moving towards its destination, unaware of the misfortune about to befall upon its occupants.
Inside the sedan, at the front, sat two individuals dressed in professional suits and black glasses indicating that they were bodyguards while three more men sat at the back, two of the similarly dressed individuals flanking a man sitting between them.
Between the bodyguards sat a man, dressed in a refined and elegant manner, form slack and eyes closed as he seemed to rest, sparse sunlight filtering through the tinted windows spilled upon the man's ebony locks.
Fringes fell above his eyes, framing his handsome face perfectly as he leaned on the seat, breathing slowly.
A frown danced on his face as he slept fitfully, feeling restless. Slowly, the man woke up, eyes opening to reveal beautiful Obsidian irises as he rubbed them, stifling a yawn.
"Are we back yet?" He asked in a raspy voice, not bothering to look at his sides.
