SIMON THE ZILLIONAIRE FROM NOWHERE

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Eddie left the warehouse with the weight of the killing pressing down on him. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the act he had just committed was physically binding him to the ground. The streets of New York were still buzzing with life as they always were, completely unaware of the fact that one more man had been snuffed out, his life ended in the shadows. Eddie was no stranger to violence, but this felt different. It was personal in a way he couldn’t fully understand, not just because of Frank but because of what it said about him, about the man he had become.

The subway ride back to his apartment was a blur. He kept his head down, staring at the patterns of dirt and grime on the floor. The city moved around him, passengers entering and exiting, the noise a dull hum in his ears. A mother struggled to keep her child in her seat a few rows down, an old man tapped his cane nervously as he waited for his stop, and teenagers laughed, completely oblivious to the world around the