>>6001486‘The Blind Mouse’. What a weird name, but you’ve heard far worse in your lifetime. You decided to go there, anyway. The Sheriff’s office would most likely not be able to help you, since their influence didn’t sound that strong here in this filth of a city, and the tavern? Maybe it would be a bad idea for you to head directly there. You’re trying to lay low, after all. And who knows? Maybe a nightclub would help you relax a bit, find info about this fighting school, meet some influential people, get some friends, etc.
You walked through the empty city streets, moving towards what the map on your Scroll said was the location of this club. A few minutes passed. Some eyes here and there were watching you behind either some windows or broken doors hastily boarded up. Luckily for you, no one decided to stop you in your tracks.
The rhythm of the place quickly changed pace, however, as you turned towards the Center Strip. Far more people were here and there. Pickpockets and scoundrels thrived here, as people were drowning the stalls looking for goods of most kinds, almost like an open market. Dust, weapons, even some drugs were on full display. No authority at all nearby. It was truly a lawless place.
As you walked together with the river of people you came to a sudden stop. The thing was… you just couldn’t move. You were bumping shoulders with people at your sides, at your front and also behind you. And they weren’t moving either. Some of them called out in frustration, but after lifting your gaze you easily picked up what was the deal with this turn of events.
At the distance you managed to see the cartoony face of a mouse with crossed eyes on top of a building. One of the eyes blinked rapidly, signaling that it wasn’t that well maintained as it had an electricity failure, most likely. The lights inside were off, however. Weird for a nightclub, specially in the middle of the night.
And then, the main gate opened, revealing a bright light behind as some people with a black and red uniform, together with some Grimm-styled outfits, walking outside with what appeared to be assault rifles on their hands, accompanying three men blindfolded in front of them, clearly hostages of some kind.
The people around you quieted down as they started watching what was happening as well. Whispers could easily be heard within the crowd. “Is this the event?” said one girl. “I hope so. But doesn’t it look weird? Aren’t those the owners? Why are they like that?” said another man.
The three blindfolded men were quickly hit on the back of the legs by the armed men, falling to their knees in front of the crowd. Then, the guns lifted, aiming at their heads. Was this an execution of some sorts? Why were the people not reacting? Maybe this was just a show? Even then, it was plainly horrible. These people were in danger, if only you could…
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