https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFUka3hPAC8Taking a moment, you think of your answer. The words don’t come easily to you, for the longest time now you’ve avoided thinking too much about that night, That Man, and what you’d do, both to him and with yourself, after. Thinking about it now, it feels like picking on a scab that’s just about to heal, reopening the wound all over again. Still though, eventually some kind of answer comes to mind.
“It’s obvious, I think. Justice for my daughter. After that… I don’t know. They say revenge never solved anything, but the thought of getting revenge, getting justice… It’s the only thing that keeps me going, some days. It’s like asking a man what he’ll do after he accomplishes his dream, most won’t know what to tell you. I suppose I’m a part of that group.”
When you finish your thought, you finally notice that your fingers have dug tiny, red grooves into your palm. You relax your grip, and it feels like some deep, twisted knot inside of you has just been unwound. Looking up, you stare into the dark eyes of Reinlaw, and for a moment you think you saw a sparkle, a trick of the light twinkling in his eyes. His lips part, revealing bright white teeth, forming a wry grin.
“Well said, Mr. Wozniak. Very well, you’ve convinced me that your intentions are pure. As it happens, I do know of the man who hurt your daughter. He’s… Caused some trouble for me as well, though nowhere near as horrid as what he’s done to you. I happen to be a part of a group, several like minded citizens who, I like to think, keep this city running. As it is, That Man has run afoul of nearly all of my compatriots, and we have been looking for a solution to Him and His doings for a while now, and I think we’ve found it, in you.”
As he speaks, he gets off the velvet chair and walks to a file cabinet, which looks rather out of place amongst the otherwise well appointed furniture. Reaching in, he pulls out a manila folder, before walking back and sitting down across from you. He then opens it, and pulls out a polaroid, before turning it around and showing it to you… It’s Him! That Man, in a leather jacket and black jeans, smoking a cigarette inside some darkly lit room. Written in sharpie beneath the picture is what must be his name: Leo Schultz. He turns it around and looks at it for a moment, before putting it on the table and sliding it to you.
“Keep it. I’m sure it will be of use to you in your hunt. And also, take this: An address, the No Tell Hotel which I believe is where he is currently staying, but for how long, I do not know. Be warned that he will not be alone, as a group of radicals, what I believe to be his allies, also make that Hotel their home, and each one would be quite a bit more than a trifle, even to someone of your skills.”
