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"I don't like this, partner." Ace said as he looked at the decaying neighborhood before them. There were Faunus around that seemed to give them very suspicious looks as he, Diamo, and Quinn were passing by.
"What's the matter with all these guys? They're just staring at us." Quinn commented in an uneasy tone, odd considering he was the one who usually scared everyone.
"We are in the district of Hamu Nashi, also known as The Slums." Diamo explained while avoiding eye contact with the residents. He was still guiding his teammates across the area.
"Okay, but that doesn't answer the question of why they keep staring at us."
"This district is inhabited mostly by Faunus. The human population is rather low and somewhat vilified." The sniper explained in brief detail. He made his teammates feel as if they were crossing through a danger zone.
"Geez, so this is what the Faunus from Atlas feel like when they walk in public, huh? I ain't liking one bit of it." Ace commented with lament toward the situation.
"Here it's no different. At least there are no snobs bothering anyone here, that's for certain. It feels like home already." Quinn said with contempt.
As they walked further, they saw how everything around them was in a state of decay, some families were inside their homes with faint lights in their windows, illuminated only by candles and cheap light bulbs. Some houses had holes in them because the cheap materials couldn't stand the strain that came with the environment. The main street's road wasn't made of cement or any other durable material like the one at the Market District or any other road in the city for that matter. It was clear as day the moment they stepped into the district.
Out of the three men, Diamo was the one overwhelmed by sadness.
The trio of runways approached the front door of a place with the sign "Sheer's Wood" in big neon letters hanging above it. Diamo knocked on the door, waiting for a response.
"Yes? Who's there?" A woman's voice asked through the other side of the door.
"Hi, Dana." The sniper greeted.
"Tod? Is that… you?" The woman slowly opened the door, leaving only a small aperture. A Fox-tailed Faunus dressed as a waitress looked at the group with surprise. "What are you doing here? I thought…"
"I know you have a lot of questions, but we need to talk with you." The sniper interrupted the waitress.
"Wait, we?" She noticed the two men behind Diamo, which shocked her even more. "W-Why are your teammates here?"
"It's a long story, we can tell you if you get us inside."
"I don't think this is a good time, Tod." Dana looked back inside to see what the customers were doing. She quickly focused her attention back to her brother and friends. "Meet me at the backdoor. I'll let you from there." She said so and shut the door. The young men walked out of the bar and went to where the backdoor was. Dana had already opened the door. Luckily, it was left open. She didn't have the keys to open it even from inside.
"Hi, Dana." Quinn greeted Dana in a friendly manner.
"Hey, Quinn." She replied with the same sentiment.
"Yo Dana, thanks for letting us in. What're they celebrating? Looks fun." Ace asked the waitress. He really wanted to take a peek at the place.
"We have the White Fang as our guests today." Dana's comment surprised the guys as if they've just stepped on a landmine.
"The White Fang? Well, this just gets better every minute." The bruiser said with discomfort and crossed arms.
"Actually, they're not THE White Fang. They're the NEW White Fang."
"What's the difference?" The sniper asked.
"They call themselves the 'ones who we were meant to be'. They actually want equality."
"The White Fang being friendly? Now that's something I've never heard before." Quinn commented in disbelief.
"Oh come on, you heard me and Ace's story. It isn't impossible."
"Speaking of stories, mind explaining everything to me, Tod?" Dana waited for her brother to explain. Diamo tried to make it brief by telling their whole story all the while not going too much into details in regards to Jack's false accusations. Dana did nothing but shake her head in disappointment. "Oh Tod, Tod, Tod…Why do you always have to rely on your big sister like this?"
"You're like two minutes older than me." as Diamo said that Dana looked down and gave herself a swift facepalm.
"It doesn't matter. You know this is a mess. So, do you expect me to hide the three of you?"
"Only for tonight, we're gonna adjust ourselves early in the morning." Quinn spoke since he was kind of hasty.
"We're not sheltering homeless people. Especially wanted criminals and humans to boot." Everyone grimaced a hurt expression at the waitress' comment. "Your best solution is to stay at my place instead."
"Please, don't." Diamo protested at Dana's idea.
"What's wrong with that?" Ace asked his partner.
"What are you hiding? Your secret stash or something?" Quinn snarked at the sniper's objections.
"You wouldn't want that. I'm serious."
"Oh come on, Tod. You know there's no one living there aside from me and Uncle Reggie."
"And that's the problem. Uncle Reggie wouldn't want me there. Not after I left for Atlas."
"You are just exaggerating. You said to a lot of people that I hated you when it wasn't true."
"Are you done with your brother-sister bonding? Are you gonna help us or not?" Quinn was getting tired looking at the siblings getting sidetracked by the conversation. Dana pondered for a brief moment on how to deal with the situation, but also made a good excuse to slack off work.
"Wait for me outside. I'll be with you in a moment." The trio of fugitives did what the Faunus instructed. She returned to the pub and then went to the dressing room to get her handbag. As she was walking around the place, the bartender noticed her as she was about to leave.
"Where are you going, Dana?"
"Sorry Nori, but I must go home, Uncle Reggie needs some help."
"B-But what about all these orders?"
"I'm sure you'll have it covered. I'll be back in no time." The waitress left without anything else to add, leaving the Panda Faunus alone to deal with the guests. The orders were accumulating pretty fast with Dana out. Definitely another ordinary night with the same shenanigans.
The Fox-tailed Faunus went through the backdoor with her handbag and classy coat. "Shall we go now?" She asked the group as she went ahead of them.
"Don't you have work to do?" Her brother asked.
"You know the words 'Me' and 'Work' don't go well in the same sentence, Tod." She said nonchalantly. Quinn chuckled. The same sentence could be used to describe Ace.
As they were getting further away from the pub, Tiny Nori had a whole situation to keep under control with their main waitress out. He kept his composure and organized all the orders for each table. He tried to read Dana's notebook to make out the orders. Her handwriting left much to be desired. It did, however, have small detailed drawings on the side about the orders. He tried to consult to the cook Sheldon about what those were.
As Nori took an order, he carried it to the center table, where Ghira was sitting. "Who ordered the Grilled Tuna with house sauce and lemonade?" He asked the guests. The cat Faunus Blake swiftly raised her hand. "Alright, there you go. If you need anything else, just ask me."
"What happened to the waitress?" Blake asked the bartender.
"Family emergency, she'll be back later." Nori informed the Cat Faunus. As he went to attend the rest of the tables, Blake started drooling at the mere sight of her dish. Both its scent and presentation was enough to make her feel hungry, even though that wasn't the case before.
"That smells great, Blake." Kali commented on her daughter's meal.
"It really is…" Blake picked up a pair of chopsticks and began eating the dish. She chewed it into pieces while removing all the scales and bones. As she was enjoying it, she noticed the fourth seat at the table was empty. It was Ilia's seat. "Hey dad, where's Ilia?" Blake asked.
"She said she would be on the balcony on the second floor. She wanted some fresh air. Could you check on her if it isn't too much to ask? It's her job to stay with us as our bodyguard." Ghira said in a serious tone. Blake nodded and stood up. She went upstairs to see what Ilia was doing.
As she entered the second floor, the Cat Faunus saw her bodyguard behind the door. She was glancing at the view of the district. Blake opened the door and stood next to her friend with a worried look. "Hey, is everything alright? Why aren't you downstairs celebrating with everyone else ?"
"Isn't that funny?" Ilia asked while Blake gave her a confused look. "This place looks pretty similar to Mantle, probably better without all that pollution coming from the mines."
"Do you think it's a good thing?"
"If I'm honest, it is." Ilia said while looking at the houses and structures around the Slums. "This place isn't like Atlas. You're not just automatically labeled as property just for existing. Sure it isn't nice, but for some odd reason, this place seems a lot friendlier. Not because there are no humans, but mainly because no one can do anything to us. It's our own place where no one can bother us, kinda like Menagerie."
"It's an odd place. From what I heard, even human families live here in this district, but the population is pretty small. You could say they're not very different from us."
"I don't know why it took me so much to understand that. It's hard to feel welcome after all I've done to you and your family. Do you truly think there's forgiveness for me?" Ilia looked Blake in the eyes, wondering if there's really a chance to make things go back to how they were before. Blake had a hard time answering her, she felt as if she wasn't the right person to give an honest response. After all, she hurt people she cared about too and still wasn't forgiven.
"Probably. My parents are OK with you and are happy to let you work as their bodyguard. Isn't that enough?" Blake replied, hoping she gave a good answer.
"But what about the rest of the group? They saw what I did. They look at me as if I'll betray them at some point. Lately, I was considering if I should go somewhere else, do something else with my life." In spite of Ilia's calm comment, Blake could understand from her voice that her solution was merely just running away. It was something that the Cat Faunus just couldn't allow.
"Ilia, do you know why I left the Fang?" Blake asked.
"Initially, I thought it was because you were a coward that would rather side with the humans rather than keep on fighting. But now, I don't know anymore. Why did you leave?"
"I left because I hurt too many people. At first, I thought this was the solution to solve all the injustice. We gradually caused a lot of pain and surrounding us. I became aware of what we were becoming. We were turning into monsters even worse than the humans and the Grimm…" Blake said with a melancholic tone. Both of them looked at the floor in shame. "When I ran away the first time, not only did I leave my family and friends but I also felt that if I ever got anyone involved in my past, they would get hurt too. Sooner or later, I knew it would catch up to me and hurt more people. The second time I did it, well, you know the rest."
"I know, but at least things got better, right?" Ilia asked, but it just brought an even downer mood.
"Not really, my friend hates me now and doesn't want to even look at me from what I did to her. Running away was never the answer, but it took support from my family to finally realize it. You should never make the same mistakes as I did. In the New White Fang, we are family now. We want to make things better for everyone, for real." As Blake finished her somewhat reassuring speech, Ilia hugged her to comfort her after everything up until this point.
"Don't worry, I'm sure I won't go anywhere. I'll protect your parents and the Fang with my life, this time, I'll fight for a bright future for all of us." Ilia said to Blake, knowing that things will finally go in a better direction. "I hope you and your friend get back on good terms soon."
"I hope so too, this is something I need to take responsibility for and find a way to solve it." Both of the Faunus were done talking and went back inside the pub to celebrate with the rest of the group. They walked downstairs and returned to their table only to find Ghira having…way too much fun.
"Alright honey, you've had enough." Kali said to the chief.
"Come on! We're only having a good time!"
"I said enough." She said to him with an angry look, her head lowered and her eyebrows raised.
"Okay…okay." Ghira said with a sigh. Blake and Ilia sat down. They never thought they would see the chief in such a state. Kali used to see him in that state a lot more often when they were younger. It's been years, but supposedly old habits die hard. The play was getting more vivid by the minute with the music and drinks.
"Well, did you figure out the party plan?" Blake asked her father.
"What? Aren't we celebrating already?" Ilia replied with a confused look.
"We are celebrating a victory, but celebrating the foundation of our reinvigorated group should be much more elaborate and a lot... fancier." Ghira pointed out the difference.
"It's going to be a gala. Everyone will come properly dressed, there'll be exotic food and activities to entertain the guests. And more importantly, everyone is invited regardless of who they are. Of course, you need to at least wear a tie to get in because not everyone can afford a tuxedo." Kali gave a detailed explanation of how the event is going to be played out. "But of course, all this is pretty expensive."
"Then how exactly are we going to get funding for the gala?" Ilia asked.
"Well, were contacted by someone from this city who wished to discuss that. It was actually his idea to come here and have some fun before he arrives." Ghira mentioned their sponsor, who didn't appear to be there. It didn't take too long before a Faunus with a tanuki tail and formal clothes walked up to their table.
"Are y-you enjoying the n-night?" He spoke with a stutter. He looked pretty confident even with his manner of speech.
"Everything is going great. I never knew a place like this existed. It's been a while since the last time I visited Mistral." Ghira congratulated the person.
"We o-opened here five y-years ago. I m-managed this place for so l-long. I-It really makes me p-proud. I'm h-honored that the Chief of M-Menagerie complem-mented this establishm-ment."
"Well, what can I say? You are definitely a great manager. What's your name?"
"It is N-Natto, Chief." The pub's manager presented himself with a vow. "Oh, and I'm here to t-tell you to come to m-my office. Y-You have people waiting for you u-upstairs to discuss."
"Is he already here? He took a while to process."
"He told me to a-apologize in advance, he was p-pretty busy because his b-boss just arrived t-today." Natto said as Ghira stood up, kissed his wife and daughter on their cheeks and together with Natto set course to the manager's office. As they walked upstairs, Natto noticed the bartender delivering and taking orders around the tables. "H-Hey N-Nori, where's D-Dana?" He asked the Panda Faunus.
"She left not too long ago. She told me she was going to check on her uncle." The bartender replied with an exhausted look. "She said she'll come back. I hope she was telling the truth."
"A-Alright, when she's back, t-tell her that we have a staff m-meeting after I'm done talking in my o-office." The manager said as he followed Ghira to the second floor, leaving Nori busy with the place.
"Oh man, more work for us." He said with a worn-out attitude.
"We're almost there." Dana said to her brother's teammates while walking around the district. They were behind her, sticking behind her while checking their surroundings. Quinn and Ace started to wonder how strange it was that Diamo and Dana. Not only did they not resemble each other at all, but they were both different races. She had short reddish-brunette hair while he had black hair. The only thing they had in common was their brownish-yellow eyes, and even then Diamo had his covered by his glasses.
Pretty odd to think that even though Quinn and Ace already met Dana two years ago when she visited Atlas, she was nowhere near as capable as their more collected and somewhat unpredictable teammate.
"So, tell me, why are you staying in Mistral?" Dana asked the group.
"We wanna find jobs tomorrow and get our own place. It'll feel like one of those bachelor pads from TV." Ace commented, making them raise an eyebrow. He was clearly missing the point.
"Well, I'm sorry, but the guys at Sher's can't offer you a place for the night cause they're busy at the moment. But hey, you can visit us during the early hours if you want." Dana said as she finally approached a house. It looked bigger than Dr. Carmine's house, but it was in a far worse condition. She pulled a key out of her handbag and unlocked the door. The inside was pretty dark with only a few candles illuminating select parts of the house. The most illuminated part was the fireplace in the living room.
"Dana! Is that you?" A voice boomed from across the house.
"Yes! I'm back!"
"Who in the world did you bring here? I hear more footsteps than usual." He yelled as everyone stopped what they were doing at once. "Three males, one's pretty light, the other one's pretty heavy, and the last one is…huh, so you're back." He quickly figured out who the group was. He grabbed his cane and stood up from his seat in front of the fireplace. He walked slowly towards the entrance. The group saw an elderly Faunus with a raggedy foxtail and completely hollow white eyes. It was clear as day that he was blind.
"Hey, Uncle Reggie."
"Looks like you finally came back, you coward." The blind Faunus said as he grabbed his cane and readied it for a swing.
"Hold on! Wait a minute…!" Diamo tried to reason with him, but it was no use. His uncle swung his cane with enough strength to make everyone except Quinn duck to the ground. The bruiser got hit right in the cheek, but he turned his Aura on to avoid taking any damage making the withered blind man tremble on the impact.
"Huh. That's odd…did I hit a rock? By the gods, are you rooted like an oak or something?" Diamo's uncle started touching Quinn's face, examining every detail of his stoic angry mug. "You've got some gains. I guess that forsaken place really did well for you after all."
"Umm, Uncle Reggie, that's Tod's teammate, Quinn." Dana clarified to the blind man. He swiftly took his hand off his face.
"Oh my. Sorry for that."
"Yeah, you're lucky I wouldn't ever lay a finger on a blind man." The bruiser commented as he walked aside to unpack his belongings.
"Everyone, this is our Uncle Reginald." Dana presented her uncle in a gracious manner, but he just walked back to his chair in front of the fireplace.
"So, what the hell are they doing here?" Reginald asked her as he sat down and tried to read a book for blind people. Diamo couldn't say anything. It was evident he was afraid of his uncle.
"They need a place to stay, for tonight at least." Dana explained to her uncle, only for him to shut his book abruptly. The loud noise brought everyone in the room to attention.
"No…" He said in an unnerving tone. "I want them out."
"Oh come one, you know this is his home too." Dana tried to convince him, but it was clear that no one in the group felt welcome.
"In this house, there's no place for a coward like him. Did you forget he left us for that utterly worthless rock called Atlas?"
"He did it to help us…"
"If he really did it for us, then why didn't he take us there? Oh wait, I forgot. Our kind isn't even welcome there. He just took advantage of who he is. If he really wanted to help us, why he didn't he stay at that child-soldier camp called Haven Academy instead?" Reginald's voice rose with each word he spoke. They couldn't say anything. He went into a passion-filled rant which oddly enough impressed the stoic bruiser.
"Sorry if I'm meddling in family issues…" Ace interjected as he stepped in front of Reginald. "But let me tell you that my partner ain't no coward. Yeah, he can be somewhat strange in front of others, but he would never abandon anyone out of fear. I don't know exactly what happened between you two, but he tried to help us reach his home. I don't care what you say about him, but I don't need sight to see that he is a brave man." Ace defended the sniper. It left the sniper speechless, grasping to find a way to say thank you only to remain speechless.
Reginald didn't say anything else. He was still sitting with an empty look on his face. He tapped his fingers against the book. You could almost see the gears on his brain grinding. He took a deep breath and sighed slowly as he grabbed a small container with some pills. He gulped one down and drank a glass of water until it was empty. No matter how much he drank, his mouth still felt dry.
"What's your name, boy?" He finally spoke.
"Clover, Ace Clover."
"You said you and the big guy want a place to stay for tonight. I'll allow it under one condition."
"Which is…?" The Jovial Guy asked.
"I need to talk with Tod. Alone." Reginald said while putting his book away and crossing his arms.
"Alright, I guess I'll go back to work while you two get comfy or something." Dana said as she took her handbag. "I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." She said goodbye to everyone while Ace and Quinn unpacked some of their belongings and got a new change of clothes.
As the bruiser was grabbing his stuff, he sniffed his jacket, which brought a horrendous odor to his face. "Yuck, I still have that stench from the goddamn sewer."
"If you want a shower, better go to a public bath. This ain't shiny polished Atlas, princess. Water doesn't come cheap here." Reginald said smugly to Quinn.
"Is that so? Whatever... anything is fine as long as I don't have to smell like a wet hog. I suggest you do the same thing, Ace."
"What? I don't want to be butt-naked in front of people." Ace whined in a way that made Quinn turn his head at him. He didn't say anything, but his face just screamed "seriously?"
"You didn't complain back at Atlas, but now? Move your ass already!" Quinn said as he grabbed a set of clean clothes, a toothbrush and a bar of soap.
"Alright, alright, man… we'll be back soon. Hope you don't get killed with that big mouth of yours." Ace said while leaving the house.
"Just in case you die, let me tell you, I still hate your guts." Quinn said in his own manner as he followed the other guy outside, leaving Diamo alone with his uncle.
The sniper dragged in a chair and put it in front of the blind man with a serious look. He sat carefully while Reginald took another sip of water. No one said a word for more than a minute until Diamo put his glasses away.
"Tell me, when you took my sniper rifle without permission, did you put it to good use?"
"I did." The sniper replied.
"Do you still remember the 'Three Rules' I thought you when I thought you to hunt years ago?"
"I still remember them, yes."
"Then let me remind you again just to make sure. Toys are meant to…"
"To be played with by children."
"Weapons are meant to…"
"Kill people."
"And lastly, tools are meant to…"
"To help us survive." Both men recited an old hunter saying, passed down from teacher to student for generations. It was also a common phrase for the people of Vacuo. Reginald extended both hands towards the young man with glasses. The kid acted quickly and put his weapon, 'Predator's Eye' into his uncle's hands. The blind man began to examine it inch by inch with the tip of his fingers. He noticed an unusual yet interesting part that he couldn't recognize. That rifle wasn't the same as the one he had used all those years ago.
"As you can see, this rifle is a tool, one never to be used for recreation or sport. Its only use is to bring food to our tables. It helps us survive from both wild animals as well as the Grimm. It shall never be used to kill people. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"Clear as day, sir." Diamo said while lowering his head.
"Good. I want you to stick it somewhere in that brain of yours." Reginald gave the weapon back to his nephew. As he did so, it retracted into its portable form. "Now tell me one more thing. From what I heard, you were at Vale for the Vytal Festival. Am I correct?"
"Yes."
"Now answer me. Were any cute girls there?" The blind man cracked a smile.
"I-I suppose." Diamo replied with the same expression, a rare smile in fact.
"Oh, what a surprise. Anyone in particular?"
"W-Well, yeah."
"Don't tell me…is she a human?" His nephew remained quiet, Reginald tried to listen in on his heartbeat for a reaction. "Is she a Faunus?" The sniper's heartbeat increased a little. "Heh, you really are a rascal." Diamo neither denied nor affirmed who he was talking about, but it probably had something to do with a certain bunny he met at Forever Fall. "Alright, that's enough for now. Help me to my bed, kid." Reginald asked his nephew as he put up his arm so he could guide him across the house.
A really weird family, but certainly a strong one nonetheless.
At the Market District, right behind the alleyways and close to Haven Academy, a mysterious man walked out with a limping leg. It took him a while to jump over the city's wall to get inside. The injuries certainly didn't help. His Aura couldn't heal him even though he regained some of his strength.
As he put his hand against the wall trying to get back on his feet, a pair of delinquents saw him in his weakened state. One was wearing black shades even though it was night while the other one was wearing a surgical mask. They tried to take a chance at the man. "Hey, you, are you feeling well? Give us all you have and we can probably give you some cough syrup or… bandages or something." One of the thugs said with a dishonest smile.
"I'm…fine…just go away." The mysterious man said and kept walking while ignoring them.
"Hey, hey, what's the big idea? This how you answer us after offering some help? It looks like we're gonna leave you worse off instead." As the thug with shades grabbed him by the shoulder, he saw a man covered in scars and stitches all over his face. "What the hell happened to you?" He said in horror while looking at his scarred face.
"The hell is with this freak!? Just take whatever he has and ditch him!" Said the other one who was equally appalled. The guy in shades tried to punch the stranger in the face. As he threw his weak punch, the stranger without much effort managed to parry him into a wall. The thug screamed in pain as the bones in his hand shattered into tiny pieces. The stranger kicked him in the legs and made him fall onto the cold hard floor.
The thug with a mask tried to help his friend with a front kick, but the stranger dodged it with ease by simply sidestepping and using his elbow to break the thug's knee. As the thug with broken knee screamed in pain, the stranger bolted towards him, grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the alley wall.
The stranger saw both delinquents lying on the ground in pain. He picked up their black shades and surgical mask to cover himself to avoid any unnecessary attention. He kept walking, leaving the fate of the delinquents up to luck.
As the stranger approached a small house, he tried to use a key from the corpse he found outside of the wall, but it didn't fit. He tried to think of an alternative. He used the hidden blade on his right wrist to force the door's lock. It opened it without much trouble, but as soon as he peeked inside, he saw a single room with just a table, a bed, a door to the bathroom and a window. It was the most traditional looking apartment in the kingdom.
After closing the door, he inspected the place. It was pretty clear that the man lived alone as it didn't have any interior decorations. The closet didn't have many clothing choices except for a long white hood with a cape and some red strains on it. The bed was pretty close to the ground. Pretty cheap, the stranger though.
After accommodating everything, he took off his boots and bracelets. He sat on the ground and put two Scrolls on the table, his and the dead man's. He started to inspect the other Scroll to see what kind of documents it contained. There were a lot of them but it was hard to decide which one to start with. The one that caught his attention the most was a file titled "Sheriff Leng, Possible Lead".
The file was left incomplete as it didn't even have one full page, but it said the time of when it was written was two days ago. 'Roger Davis' the corpse who the stranger found died not too long ago, but it made the stranger suspicious as to how exactly he got himself into that situation in the first place.
"As I was following the Sheriff around the city, I saw him talk to people with spider tattoos and purple clothes. They belonged to a gang but how are they connected with this Sheriff? I'm determined to find out what kind of shady business they must be conducting…" The first entry was written more than a week ago. Davis probably couldn't get any new information until the next entry.
"I finally got something, he's been doing business with a gang mostly known as 'The Spiders' and so far, Leng has been covering up some of their heinous crimes. It isn't enough to put the good old Sheriff behind bars, though. He has some very influential people under his thumb and probably a ton of other shady connections that could keep him in the clear. I must find something to expose his crimes. I need motives, witness accounts and solid evidence that could finally put Sheriff Yesheng Leng out of his job." The entry ended, Davis wrote it three days before being found dead.
The stranger's mind was clear of thought. What appeared to be a classic case of corruption turned out to be something much deeper. He started to look into the other files and the most important one he got was a link to some rumors about missing people all around Mistral. "So far, the reports of civilians disappearing despite living in the safety of the city walls and their homes have brought an unhealthy paranoia to the local Police Forces. Sheriff Yesheng Leng tried to assure the public that he will find them. Of course, all that is a lie, he probably doesn't even care about them. He just knows something about the disappearances. I have to contact my partner in the city and then…" The entry ended abruptly, as something interrupted him. The strange thing was that it was written the same night as the Attack on Haven Academy happened. Last night to be precise.
It was decided, the stranger would continue Davis' investigations and postpone his current objective. Looking for the missing people has taken priority over killing 'The Plague'. "I guess I'll take a break." The stranger said to himself as he lit up a cigarette with an electric lighter he found under the table.
