Stormclouds elicit a rumble upon the ground beneath where bright neon lights gleam over a distance. The shrubs and trees in neat symmetrical order on the sidewalks, casting shadows that stood tall along the surface with the silhouettes of men passing by. The scent of alcohol and the reek scent of smokeclouds, evident as it wafted from the alleyways of the area. One Building stood the highest among the other ones with the imposing signage that reads "The Father's Brothel"...

The wind courses in a hush sound, The leaves dancing in a gentle frolicking sway. sounds of rustles are heard accompanied by the pitter-patter of the first raindrops cascading, hitting and drenching the busy highways. The earthy musk of the ground resurfacing accompanied by a loud BANG!!...

"There Goes the last silencer bullet"... A heavily rich and thick accent follows, revealing a man, probably in his forty's has his large calloused hands gripping on the metallic handle of his revolver, the click and the sound of the emptied shell of the bullet echoing on the bloody floor, as his gray piercing gaze locked on mine. Staring in horrified shock of what had transpired in mere miliseconds which have caused his eyes to go narrow as blood vessels pop on his temples. "Остановитесь прямо здесь. You move and I will plant a bullet in your skull"... His voice booms through the corridor. The anticipation of what a single blunder will cause is palpably conceived. "Turn around and put your hands in the air. хочу повторяться."... He growls as he eyed me intensely. The atmosphere crushing me like a pancake.

I jerked in horrified shock as I spun around and raised my hands automatically. My eyes teary and my body shaky as the pressure continued to consume me whole, his footsteps echoing with the sound of his shoes getting louder and louder. "Please don't hurt me..." I spoke with a trembling voice, it's been ages since someone shouted at me like this. He then suddenly swung his elbow into me as the force directed on my back which sent me on my stomach crashing down on the surface floor, the carpet releasing the puff clouds of dust that have accumulated over a very long time, and the next thing I knew is I am being pinned by the man's weight. I can feel his thighs forcing me to stay in one place, making me whine in pain.…

At this rate, I might just end up dead in the cadaver holding room in one of the hospitals within this crime-filled city! I knew this was a bad idea! I thought to myself as I bear the excruciating pain. Furthermore, I took this vacation to spend my free time with my mother. However, my stubborn head always have beckoned me to act on a little investigation to find out more about this city. Setting all matters aside, this guy is about 98 kilograms—something my body cannot hold for any longer. I have to let out a few strokes of tears, a testament to the way my spines stretched and contracted as if it's holding on for dear life. "Can you speak Russian?" The man's voice vibrated which made my body tingle a bit as I forcefully yank my head, side-to-side. "Answer me truthfully, are you somewhat affiliated with. . . A Denverich?" He spoke as he held me by the chin, pulling me up against my back which makes my spine about to snap. I could hardly contain a yelp as I bit my tongue, my mind swirling with stars that I could barely process any thought or response. "Y-Yeah" I choke on my words, there is no point of lying when your own life was on the line. Lucky for me, he immediately let go and stood up when he heard that answer. I scrambled on my feet clumsily as I stood up, patting the dusts off of my clothes as I wince at the lingering pain in the aftermath of that unpleasant greeting. "You are going to tell me where he lives, and I will set you free" He spoke with a softer tone this time as he reached in his pocket, pulling out an old-fashioned tobacco. While he was busy, entrapping one end of the stick between his teeth as he brought the lighter close to the other end. I examined him quietly while I have the time to do so when he was igniting it. He is extremely tall, probably seven feet, fixed black hair, a typical outfit men would wear during business meetings. If only my suspicions are correct, he might be non-other than my step-father's worst enemy. "So you are a Bohemian?" I spoke, loosening my facial expression to not raise a tension. Those eyes locked on me again as if I was a prey, ready to be lunged at by him if I ever attempt to do something stupid. "That answer is highly irrelevant to the question asked, but I'll let it pass by. To confirm your suspicions, I am Indeed" He spoke again with that soft tone, It felt like having half of my initial fear crumble down to the point that it starts to put me back into the state of sanity when earlier, I was on the verge of losing it.

I need to be wary, perhaps consider my next response. This man is dangerous, I also cannot risk exposing the location since it would also put my mother in a dire situation. My heartbeat escalated, and the man immediately saw through it as he let out a sigh of exasperation. "So you really won't tell me, huh" He spoke as smoke exited his mouth. With a snap of his fingers, the next thing I knew was I got hit by somebody behind, losing consciousness as I fell back on the floor. Meanwhile, the man who did it was none other than "Bullet". . .

Bullet lets out a scoff of exasperation as he inserted a woolen bag around the boy's head. The glasses were parted from those delicate and amber eyes, "Этот ебаный ублюдок. Had a hunch he would not cooperate, and speaking of the devil he did as I suspected" He spoke in a gravelly and deep tone as he fastened the rope along the neck to secure the bag around their head. The Man who stood there just watched Bullet's meticulous work in preparing the hostage for the impending displacement, "What do you expect? Youths these days are just born with renewed sense of stubbornness" He replied to Bullet as he took a whiff of that old tobacco pipe once more and smoke clouds followed, exiting his dry lips. Bullet scoffed in amusement as he lifted the boy's body, placing the lower abdomen on one of his big shoulders to maintain his balance as the hanging ends of the boy's limbs did the rest, acting as a leverage. "We have to take maylsh to the boss, he will know what to do with him" Bullet spoke with a darkened grin, the man froze for a few seconds before closing his eyes. "Very well then" He spoke as he inserted his revolver back inside his holster that was strapped on the side of his waist. Bullet knew that the man right behind him which in spite of his intimidating exterior, actually has the ability to empathize. Empathy, which is often despised by the bloodline of Bohemians.

But he makes no move to report it to the boss. Rather, he was more driven to idea of anticipating what course this man who has the potential of becoming the next heir of the Bohemian clan would take. He smiled widely just by thinking of it, those sharp and bloody teeth pointing out as he ponders of his plans. "Something the matter? Bullet? You look so. . . Provoked" the man interfered on his whirlpool of thoughts, Bullet almost forgot that empathizing was not the man's only talent. He shook his head in response as he sighed, "Nothing in particular, Aleksandr" He spoke in a soft and hush tone. His eyes narrowed into slits, Of course Aleksandr, I wanted to kill you, your adoptive father and your sinister brother! I wanted the clan under my reign, and for that. . . I must wait patiently. Bullet thought, his eyeballs rolling upwards due to the stimulation he is receiving. He turned to the man behind him with a profound, coy smile. "If it does not bother you, may I know who your brother is again? I never met him yet, and I figured he is arriving as of this day, I might need it in order to avoid unnecessary trouble in case of unexpected encounter" Bullet spoke in a sugar-coated way. Aleksandr raised an eyebrow as he scanned Bullet for a few seconds before responding, "My brother, does not have any interest in meeting low-classes like you". Bullet was astonished, Makes me want to kill you and him earlier. He thought, but that's when Aleksandr spoke again, "It is not important for a subordinate like you to know my brother, but since you are new and perhaps genuinely vigilant, I will give you spare information. My brother is a mass murderer, in disguise as a commander in a city somewhere in the East-Western coast. He trains goons and turn them into lethal weapons, actually he uses a specified drug that is way better than steroids. He learned it from an alchemy book our father gave us". . . Aleksandr spoke as he casually elbowed a car window and purged all the locks. Bullet did the rest of the work by loading the hostage in the backseat and fidgeting with the wires to force the engine to start which have turned on successfully. Bullet stared at the mirror that was hanging on top of the car's ceiling, his eyes glimmering. Your empathy always comes in handy Aleksandr, and for that I would want to make it less painful by killing you immediately in the future for the information you gave me. His eyes darkened as he processed his thoughts before stepping on the pedal, the car's engine let out a loud roar as the wheel created a loud screech due to the friction it has made against the icy road.

The Clan of Bohemians, known for its superiority and the terror it brings to this city. The one behind of the murder cases that happen each day, ruled by a man named Vegil Petrevoch Bohemian. Became a serial killer at the age of 14, created a nuclear bomb at the age of 19? His parents must've been out of their noggins. He created his own Russian Empire that challenges any clans whom are stupid enough to silently plan themselves their own funeral. Now, he raised two kids. Made them undergo the same regimen, one becomes an unlimited source machine for manpower that makes zombified soldiers. And one becomes a pathetic yet arguably the best combatant they have in their sleeve. If I kill each of them one-by-one, then I will be able to know their secrets. I will become the heir and access their basement and take those ancient books!! With enough patience, all of it will go smoothly as planned.

- “Bullet Ivanov” All of which have come from his own dark and evil thoughts.

Meanwhile, as bullet stared blankly at the road with drool, trickling down his chin as if he was daydreaming. Aleksandr stared blankly over the car window. From the start, he knew Bullet was a dangerous man. The way I froze earlier, I had to regain a semblance of my composure not to shoot him. He is a wild untamed beast, a double-edged sword in our clan. But, what was I thinking? Did I react when he suggested that we will let Father torture this boy to get the answer by force? But for what? He tought as he turned his head to look at the boy's body laid on the backseat cushions. "What's wrong with me?"

Somewhere In Avalogue within Sin City

Things are just becoming heated at a residential area where a mansion stands in its finest grandeur. Defining its opulence, the marbled Corinthian column stood firm as the foundation. Bushes in mesmerizing Shapes are patterned in the lawn where a fountain stood amidst them all at the center. Crossed by the pathway leading to a big door frame where footsteps can be heard, thereby appeared a man, assumable that he was in his 40s as he lets out a loud roar of infuriation. With a single swoop of his foot, he swept off a baluster along with the expensive Cambodian Vase on top as it fell, and broke down into numbers of fragments followed by a loud clattering noise. His face in a deep flush of crimson as he turned to one of his men. "Get the car at once and tell the chauffeur to drive me to this location!"... He spoke in a loud and menacing tone, as his men nodded and rushed towards the door located on the other end of the hallway. He turned his head around the mess he made as he brought a cigarette into his mouth and took a deep whiff followed by a heavy exhale. "Damn that little shit. He is trying to get me into trouble with their mother. What a piece of hindrance they are"... He spoke to himself in a gravelly voice as the time seemed to warp down.

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Unkown Location - Somewhere in Sin City

Everything is pitch black. In hindsight, I was in a state of helplessness, I was knocked out, and I lost consciousness right after. I was about to make a run for it, but I wasn't aware of the other guy's presence at all. I could not hear anything other than the quiet and eerie atmosphere. Not long after, I hear footsteps approaching.

"Снимите мешок немедленно." (Remove the bag immediately) A voice of somebody oblivious could be heard, it's obviously laced with a Russian inflection mixed with a low and raspy growl. Hands appeared on my back as it hastily unfastened the rope and when the bag was pulled off, I find myself in an enclosed space with an old television and a stool. The floor was covered by a woolen mat with intricate patterns which I find hard to distinguish with the darkness that envelops the room and the faint brightness that came from the television screen. "Добро пожаловать в комнату фантазий «Фантасмагории»" (Welcome to the room of fun, "Phantasmagoria") I snapped my head towards the source of the voice, only seeing the lower half of his torso and when I slowly tilted my head up. He is nightmarishly tall, the tip of his head would almost touch the ceiling. He isn't one of the two I met earlier, his skin is pale, and he has the skin of a sexagenarian! Those eyes have a milky and cloudy appearance that glows against the faint brightness as it stares down at me. It made me want to scream, but my throat tightened in fear, restricting my vocal cords from making any sound. With how tall the old man is, it is not too surprising that he had a cane with one end enveloped by his wrinkled and veiny hands to support his balance. Beside him is a man with a wry smirk, he smells like dread similar to the scent earlier at the brothel which effortlessly revealed that he was my second abductor. A few years of studying forensic science, we study olfactics to determine the scents people emanate to easily memorize our suspects. This is nothing different, at all. My heartbeat slowly de-escalated thanks to the ugly man right beside what I assume was the head of the Bohemian clan. I spoke right inside my head, unaware of the small and nasty smile I made.

Well would you look at that, I can exactly read your mind boy and do not think for a second that I will let you get away with it. Bullet thought as he cleared his voice. "Well, now that you are awake maylsh let me give you a briefing since I assume that a foreigner like you may not have any idea what the old man was blabbering about. Who you are facing right now is none other than Vegil Petrevoch Bohemian, the head of the Bohemian Clan, and I am Bullet Ivanov. You know why you are taken captive right?" He speaks with a deceitfully friendly tone to which I scoffed, "Of course I do, and if you are planning to extract the truth through torture, it will not work as I have steeled my resolve" I spoke, and that's when Bullet let out a boisterous laugh. His voice echoed around the quiet room as he tried to regain his composure, "Oh, what a stubborn youth you are indeed. Of course, we have already predicted that you'll keep resisting" Bullet spoke in the same annoying tone as he turned to Vegil. "У нас нет выбора, кроме как продолжить, босс Вегил." (We have no choice but to proceed, boss Vegil) he spoke with excitement, his eyes narrowing into slits as he clenched his fists. He looked at Vegil with an eager look, similar to a kid that was begging their parents for a toy they want as a gift. This is my golden opportunity. If the boss agrees to commence the torture, I will just whip this boy's back until he meets his demise. If they question it, I could just reason that he died before the dose even had taken effect!

Bullet thought darkly as Vegil turned to him and when he did, Vegil's expression changed. Narrowed eyes, straight eyebrows, a very huge frown. He even moved his shaky hand to scratch his face multiple times with those sharp nails to the point that blood started oozing out of his skin. "Если ты когда-нибудь сделаешь какую-нибудь глупость, я разорву тебя на части." (attempt doing stupid things and I will tear you, limb-by-limb) He spoke as Bullet's expression hardened, he never felt fear before. But when he saw the boss' face, the murderous expression met him and he was forced to look down in submission. Vegil turned around as silence dragged in, "Ты знаешь, что делать, Пуля." (You already know what to do, Bullet) He spoke before he opened the door and closed it behind him, followed by a sharp creak.

It was clear that the boss was unhappy with him, and one sign is he was not giving Bullet any chance to say anything. "Да, босс" (Yes sir) He still spoke anyways, as he turned around to face me. His expression can be described as if he was a kid that is witnessing their parents being killed right infront of them. Widened eyes, straight lips, raised eyebrows. this time, it was devoid of emotion yet I could feel the hidden bloodlust right beneath that exterior. He pulled something from his pocket, brought it out and exposed it which in revelation was a handkerchief. "Sugar and spice, and pain might suffice. Welcome to the Blithe Room kid" Bullet spoke, his blank tone dripping with a sadistic and bloodthirsty intent. What the hell is happening?? My last thoughts before the painful torture begins.