Black Ink and White tentacles -Intro
It was dark, muggy alleyway. The red concrete bricks had long lost their luster. This is where we were supposed to meet for an important deal. That is when I saw him, an unmistakable man with a black velvet suit and a rusty youthful face. He had one white glove over his right hand as he was carrying an important briefcase in it. I glanced over to him and smirked "So you actually decided to show,". I could tell that the man didn't appreciate this gesture due to the look of unease displayed on his face. I let out a small laugh. The man began to feel unsettled by my attitude as he began to lose his balance before finally regaining it after nearly falling backwards. "C'mon man, do you want the evidence or not?" I asked honestly before smirking at my prey once again. He was intimidated by the power I held over him; hence his posture, yet he still cautiously approached me. He began to hand over the suit case before to jerk it back, "Why should I just some good for nothing dirt bag to not just take the money and then snitch right away." He had a point, and this point could be the one thing that would send me crashing to the ground. I wasn't new to blackmailing, hell it was the path I chose to go down. I knew exactly what my victim was trying to do and that thing was to plant a seed of doubt into their own mind. I saw blackmailing as a psychological thing. To gain information on someone with nothing to hide was useless, unless you turned the tables and made them ashamed of their acts. It was stabbing them with their own knife, all of a sudden you have the high ground. However sometimes the psychological effects don't always work, and that is when you let your glock do the talking. So that is what I did. I pulled out my glock from my back pocket. The man had a look of dismay on his face as he could not believe what he was witnessing "Let's make a deal pal, hand the briefcase over and the age of that girl you were sleeping with doesn't get revealed," I said while pointing at the briefcase with my firearm. And boom, I had him in a corner. He could try and run but he did not know my identity and I knew his. I had restored my position of king and made sure that he became the peasant in the scene. The man glared at me with anger as he furiously handed over the briefcase. I put out my left hand to shake on it but the man was too disgusted to do so. I slowly backed out of the alley to make a illusion that I was fading into the darkness, while not letting the man get a good look of my face of course. I hopped in a cab a gave them the directions to some place downtown to create a discrepancy as I resided on the uptown area of inkopolis thus eliminating the taxi driver as a potential clue to an entirely possible case. I planned on getting into another taxi of a different company afterwards to go to the eastern uptown area and there I planned to take a bus that originally took off from the downtown area that would head to the western uptown area, however I planned on getting lost in the crowd of one of the stops. The plan was carefully thought through so there would be little errors. I finally got off at a random bus stop. I blended into the crowd perfectly as it looked like I was an everyday Inkling leading an everyday life. Yet that was almost the case. I was a detective for the Inkopolis police force. I worked as someone who'd be gathering evidence for everyday crimes whether it be a murder, a robbery or sexual assault. I was good at my job, perhaps maybe even the best at it, however one day I came across an idea that maybe I could abuse my power as a detective to earn more dollar. I could use the information I knew to act as some sort of blackmailer, confront the culprit for what they did as a blackmailer and then later expose them as a detective. It was perfect. I was just paid five thousand dollars to keep my trapper shut about that businessman sleeping with an underage teen and tomorrow I planned on exploiting him for his crimes with the evidence I had already received the days prior. T'was the most scandalous but perfect action one could take.