It was a dark and rainy night, and the streets were empty except for a few stragglers seeking shelter from the downpour. Among the few who braved the storm was a man known only as "The Dealer." He was a small-time drug dealer who operated out of a seedy part of town, peddling his wares to anyone who had the cash. The Dealer had always lived on the edge, taking risks that others would not dare. He had been arrested multiple times for drug-related offenses, but he always managed to slip away with a slap on the wrist. He knew the streets like the back of his hand and was always one step ahead of the law. But on this particular night, his luck was about to run out. As he walked down the deserted alley, he sensed that he was being followed. He turned around, but there was no one there. He quickened his pace, but the footsteps behind him grew louder. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, holding a gun. The Dealer froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He recognized the man as one of his customers, a desperate addict who had owed him money for weeks. "You're not going to shoot me," The Dealer said, trying to sound confident. The addict sneered. "You should have thought of that before you got me hooked on your poison." The Dealer tried to run, but he was too slow. The addict fired his gun, hitting him in the back. The Dealer fell to the ground, writhing in pain as blood soaked through his clothes. The addict stood over him, panting heavily. "You're finished," he spat. "No more drugs, no more lies, no more games." The Dealer knew that he was going to die. His life flashed before his eyes, and he realized that he had wasted it on a futile pursuit of wealth and power. He had hurt so many people along the way, and now he was paying the ultimate price. As the world grew dark around him, The Dealer thought of all the things he wished he had done differently. He wished he had been a better son, a better friend, a better person. But it was too late for regrets now. The rain continued to fall, washing away the blood from the pavement. The addict disappeared into the night, leaving behind the body of The Dealer, a small-time drug dealer who had met his demise in a dark and lonely alley.