The room was cold and dark, just a single light illuminating the sparse inside. The room wasn’t big by any means, it appeared to be a basement given there weren’t any windows. The walls were brick and a concrete floor. The only thing visible in the room was a single table which had an arrangement of items on it and a figure sitting in a chair by it. The person was lounging back seemingly asleep by how quiet they were. It wasn’t until they raised their head that it was obvious

“Sir?” Igor looks up from the newspaper that he was reading with a grunt. It was early morning and a good one at that. He had just finished breakfast and was feeling moderately better than most of his usual mornings. All in all a good morning, which will hopefully lead to a better day.

A few days pass by as Alexander has his men comb the city for Clementine. Starting with her neighbor down to the old associates. One in particular was getting his meeting in the middle of the morning just before opening. Teddy Johnson let out a huff as he stood up from a box he had been packing away. “Mr Johnson!”

Alexander looks onward into a room, watching as his men have fully canvased off the place and removed the long-deceased bodies. His expression is as usual, cool and stand-offish, the only indicator that he even is moderately interested is the small twitching of his fingers over his crossed arms. Jacob walks up to him giving a glance at the room then looking back at Alexander. It was early morning, the sun had barely begun to rise at this point.

“..Still don’t understand why the boss needs all over us to take care of some chick?” One of the men outside of Clementine’s door mumbles. The one who appeared to be the leader turns to him with a frown. “She’s Igor Blood hound apparently.. Now enough chatter.” He says as he readies his gun. They were informed that there was someone who needed to be taken out however only the leader was told who exactly it was. Now everyone in the gang knew that Igor at one point had a Blood

Igor watches the car his son came in pull out from his home with cold contempt on his face. Victor was just a few feet behind him and was shifting a bit as he looked like he wanted to speak. “Spit out whatever you’re going to say Victor..” Igor suddenly said, not even moving his eyes from outside.

The air in the room was cold and damp. This was probably due to it being in the mid-autumn season. He was cold, he wanted to go home… Alexander looks around the room he had been placed in. It appears to be a basement closet or a crawl space. The walls were brick, and the floor was cold concrete. He rubs his hands over his arms to try to get some warmth. His gaze catches his hands and his arms. There is blood there…his mother's… “..Mom…” He whispers as his heart clenches in hi

The sound of footsteps clicking against marble floors echoed in the Carrino family mansion. Alexander was flanked by two, Jacob and another member. There were a few staff members about this afternoon, each of whom gave a respectful bow before continuing their work. Up the stairs and down the western hall, they walked in silence. They soon arrived at a door where an older man was posted outside. He seemed to take in Alexander and his group with a look of scorn. A deep frown on

Not a sound could be heard for a few minutes in the dining room. The heated clash of gazes between Alexander and Madam Fae Zhou could kill with their intensity. Alexander was quick to wave his men off, who were itching to move. This was a neutral ground meeting after all, and these were rulers of the underground world. He would gain nothing by starting a war here. He schooled his face back into a neutral expression as he once again took in Madam Fae. She has always been a shr

The smooth tones of jazz vibrated through the Obelisk, one of the most famous and notoriously exclusive nightclubs for select individuals. The doorman let out a huff as he eyed the empty street, he knew that the club was reserved for the day and honestly wished he could be home, where it was warm and not facing the November cold. He soon straightens up his stance as a familiar limo pulled to the front. He then quickly ran to the furthest back side door and opened it. Out step

This is a story about revenge, respecting the past, and learning the one golden rule in the Underworld: Never mess with Clementine Grim.

This is a story about revenge, respecting the past and learning the one golden rule in the Underworld: Never mess with Clementine Grim.

This is a story about revenge, respecting the past and learning the one golden rule in the Underworld: Never mess with Clementine Grim.

This is a story about revenge, respecting the past and learning the one golden rule in the Underworld: Never mess with Clementine Grim.