Reports of missing people have been on the rise. Strangely, many people have started to also report sightings of beings described as “monstrous” or “unnatural.” With so many reports coming in, word got to Detective Wilbur Liang who took the case without even a second glance. A witness even came in for questioning. While other officers wanted to excuse the case and shuffle it under papers, Wilbur noticed that the witness kept rubbing their neck. At an opportune moment, Wilbur managed to see two puncture wounds on the witness’s neck.
Adamant to take on the case, Wilbur is finally given the go ahead to take on the investigation. The supernatural aspects of what has been reported is what drew Wilbur in. Despite what many other officers are saying, Wilbur is determined to get to the bottom of the case, especially if it involves some supernatural aspects. The location of interest in which all of the reports have in common, Club Rendezvous.
Club Rendezvous is a notorious kinky sex club in the heart of the city that is relegated as the newest hot spot. Though the main floor serves for dancing, drinking, and partying, separate floors of the clubs are designated for the hedonistic actions of sex and chains hidden away in the labyrinth of hallways.
During the day, Club Rendezvous is quiet, almost desolate, waiting for the nights ahead for action. This is the opportune moment for Wilbur to talk to the owner of the club, Darin Barrows, for approval to investigate.
Inside Darin’s office of the club, Wilbur sits calmly, crossing his arms as he closely watches Darin’s expressions. Darin is a tall, imposing older man with broad shoulders and robust build that’s noticeable under a nice set of formal clothes. His salt and pepper hair is slicked back, his facial hair nicely kept. Darin furrows his brows as he looks at Wilbur.
“Like I have said, detective, I do not want any police officers here investigating and ruining my business. Seeing a lot of cops would not bode well and I would not be a happy man,” Darin grumbles.
“I may be a detective, but I operate more like a private investigator, Darin. Would it put you at ease if I were to say it would just be me undercover in your establishment?” Wilbur asks.
Darin responds, “No, because if something were to happen, you’d probably make a scene. I know you officer types, no concern for property as long as you ‘catch your perp’ right? We don’t need any of that here.”
“So you’d rather be compliant with potential crimes that could be happening in your establishment and endanger your patrons? That’s a strange business move if word were to get out that people have been going missing in your establishment,” Wilbur retorts.
“Those are only allegations, detective, not concrete proof,” Darin replies.
Wilbur chuckles quietly, shaking his head slightly. Darin raises a brow and asks, “What’s so funny?”
“I can see it in the headlines now. Club Rendezvous shuts down due to owner’s negligence,” Wilbur provokes, a sly smirk forming on his face. He knows exactly what he’s doing. If words of warning won’t work, perhaps provocation will.
Darin furrows his brows deeper, the anger creasing on his forehead. He leans in, his icy gaze fixed on Wilbur. The tension in the room becomes thick and palpable. Slowly, a sinister smile curls on Darin’s lips as he speaks, “You have no idea who you’re dealing with, detective. You have no concept of the power I wield.”
Wilbur leans back on his chair, crossing his leg over the other casually. He responds with unwavering confidence, “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, Darin. Power is just an illusion until it’s tested, isn’t it?”
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