Hello guys... This is PawPatrolGuy and welcome to my first story. Sorry if its bad.
The man stepped out of the crowd. After getting the information needed, he quickly jogged downtown. The man was in his late forties, with 'white' skin, having an average build, black eyes, and black-and-grey hair. From downtown he then walked through a series of alleys and roads to an old, rotting barn. It's barely able to stand and had been nicknamed the "old Miller barn" since the departed owner of the barn had been suspected of dying in the barn. Doing a series of knocks, the door opened up with all the 'black demons' on standby. "Any news? The closest gangster asked, a hint of hope in his voice. "They think the dog ran away. And better yet is that they didn't mention anything about us-" the man voice was soon drowned out by cheers of joy. "-YET." The man finished. "Let's move 'em, we can't risk getting caught in this weak old barn with one of Adventure Bay's 'Precious Pets'. We need to move down south more." Suggested a thug. "I agree, but we'll be going past Adventure Bay again." " Ah, whatever. It's better than being sitting ducks." "Okay then, we move first thing tomorrow." And with that the man left the gathering…