Black Market of Darg

Third chapter of this story with Jax Denek! Definitely check the links to read the previous chapters if you have not!

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Link to Ch. 2: Predator’s Club

Link to Ch. 4: Check back later!


Thunder echoed in the distance the storm having long passed. A light drizzle of rain fell, the dismantled sky cover littering puddles across the street. Beads of water slid down Jax’s long trench coat dripping off his bushy, reddish-brown tail. A light breeze swept through the street, the few other animals sharing the path with Jax quickly moving along, huddled in worn, dirty clothing.

Keeping a steady pace, he glanced around for any danger his paws deep in his pockets to appear relaxed, but ready in a moment to reveal his claws. Taking several turns through the maze-like city he came out onto a street that appeared to be abandoned, trash littering the floor. Looking around for the marker, Jax spotted the black paw print plastered over the road sign with the name ‘Darg’. He crossed the road heading for the subway access. A broken gate crossed the entrance, sections torn off long ago with visible muddied tracks heading below. Ducking low he pushed through the tight entrance taking care to not get his coat snagged on any of the protruding metal.

Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark tunnel his ears perked at the echoes of voices coming below. He started his descent down the stairway the voices growing louder. A group of possums came into view only glancing in his direction before they resumed their bickering to one another.

Reaching the bottom Jax was greeted to an assortment of tents and boxes propped up as storefronts lining the large abandoned terminal. Long strips ran across the ceiling connecting to pillars creating a zigzag of cover to block water dripping from tiny cracks in the high ceiling. The place was humid, made hot by the various metal containers filled with burning trash. Several animals sat around the containers talking with one another, a couple playing instruments for idle entertainment.

A whiff of discarded trash and smoke filled his nose. Exhaling with a snort he moved in studying his surroundings intensely for any sign of danger. The first of the tents proving as innocent as they could be in such a dark place, selling an assortment of miscellaneous items some of which could be described as simply trash. The dirty, ragged owners of various tents tried to grab his attention, quickly giving up to attack the next passerby. Curses and yelps echoed behind Jax, a disgruntled shop owner growling furiously at another animal who had tried to steal, quickly finding themselves in a scuffle.

Ignoring it Jax continued on, heading deeper into the makeshift place. A twang of a guitar string caught his attention, briefly turning to a fireplace surrounded by several animals smoking and drinking heavily all listening to the tune played by a bull, an incoherent mess of notes stopped abruptly by the bull taking another swing of his drink and passing out promptly. A cacophony of laughter erupted from the huddled animals who took more drinks before passing around a dirtied jug, cursing at any spilled liquor.

Shaking his head he moved on, tents around him becoming more lavish and rich in material, clear their owners have lived in this place for a long time and gained power in some way. Several animals walked around with a certain glare, acting as guards for the owners who now sold more then simple trinkets and trash. Drugs of various kinds lined tables, mixed with illegal guns, tools, chained animals, and jars filled with chemicals of various kinds. Glancing between tent flaps and make shift doors Jax caught glimpses of more expensive tools and weapons. A nearby muffled cry cause his ears to perk, peeking between a gap of a door he grimaced at the sight of a reindeer, her horns being sawed off by a lion and an iron brand close by being heated in a furnace.

Moving away, his ears perked at a low buzz of a power cutter nearby, turning the corner Jax spotted the large mole with a long tail and thick brown fur. His webbed fingers held the tool, chipping away at a chunk of metal before turning it off to inspect the piece closely, sniffing it curiously.

Approaching the mole, Jax saw more of the metal scattered around and a case laid out filled with plasma bullets, a common sight in this place.

The mole sniffed the air and turned his head in Jax’s direction, sniffing the air again. “What do you want?” He snapped, his voice thick with a heavy accent as if it was mixed with soot.

“Your attention, Viktor,” replied Jax in a stern tone, looking down at the mole, only standing at a quarter the height of Jax.

Viktor’s snout quickly pointed upwards sniffing at Jax, his gaze looking behind a pair of goggles. Twisting the lenses, the mole’s eyes appeared to become bigger behind the lenses. He grimaced as his vision cleared to see Jax standing there, “damn, come along then.” Viktor said before turning without any other words, moving through the doorway of his shop.

Reaching the doorway, Jax saw in the corner of his eye a slim leopard approaching, wearing a black armored vest and leggings, a sleek helmet with a dark red visor covered the face. The only identification that it was a leopard at all was the pattern of fur on the paws and the long tail that followed behind her.

The room was plain with a few containers closed by combination lock. A small hole in the corner went underground with more personal belongings of the mole. Walking into the center of the room Jax glanced back at the leopard who leaned casually against the wall beside the doorway. Turning back he kept his paws in his pockets, waiting for the mole who now sniffed the air a few times.

“How goes it, Denek?” Viktor asked, adjusting the lenses of his goggles in the dim light.

“Whats with the bodyguard, Viktor?”

“Always straight to the point…” Viktor replied with a sigh, “shes a guard I hired since my recent dealings.” He replied.

Glancing back Jax saw the leopard shrug and cross her arms. “Your recent ‘dealings’ wouldn’t have anything to do with plasma swords, would they?” He asked, crossing his arms.

Viktor sighed and turned to a case, turning its combination and opening it to reveal foam inside with empty spacing for thin rectangular shapes. “Yea, I had some until ‘they’ showed up.”

“You know the agreement with the agency calls for you to not deal in illegal weapons!” Jax snapped.

Viktor hissed in return, his small webbed hands balling up into fists, “don’t remind me the agreement Denek!” His nose exhaling a buff of air, “I’m to keep observation of the area and in return I’m protected from the law and can sell weapons to whomever as long as its not illegal weapons.” Viktor ran a finger along one of the open spaces in the foam, “I was performing what was required of me, I observed plasma swords coming through the area and decided I’d retrieve them, I was going to report them but they were stolen from me by a third party. No reason to report anything now, not like I’m gonna get protection or anything, so I return to doing my job as an observer!”

“If you really are an observer your doing a bad job! You planned on selling those swords!” Accused Jax.

Viktor chuckled, “if or if I wasn’t it doesn’t matter now. Your here to find out who took them, am I correct?”

“Yes,” he replied.

The mole smiled, “well it so happens in my task as an observer I’ve seen one of the thugs before. A bear that goes by the name of Raxid, though who that lizard friend of his was, I have no idea.” Viktor walked over to his hole, pressing a few buttons on an armband he had on. A moment later a small cube floated out of the hole and attached itself to the armband, new information scrolling past the small screen Viktor studied. “I knew there was a small chance those damn swords would cause me more issues so I had the forethought to leave a tracker on one of the swords. It’s in the warehouse district north of here, sector six. There is no guarantee it is still there, they might’ve already found the tracker and ripped it out or even have an ambush ready, its the best I can do for ya, Denek. So can you look past my mistake and we stay on good terms?”

“Yes, I’ll look over your ‘mistake’.” Jax sighed and offered his hand towards the mole, “as long as this information is what you say it is.”

“Come now Denek, my information never lies!” The mole exclaimed, “I always enjoy doing business with you, any other tanner would’ve had my hide.” Viktor chuckled, pulling the small orb out of the armband and placed it into Jax’s paw.

Holding the small orb carefully, Jax slid it into a pocket in his coat. “Continue observing, the agency approves of it. I’ll be going now, we’ll see each other again.” He said turning for the doorway, glancing to the emotionless visor of the leopard before heading out into the market again.

“See ya around Denek!” Viktor said, his nose sniffing again.

Predator’s Club

I have not gotten a chance to play any board games this past week so decided to write the next chapter of my short story involving Jax Denek. This chapter goes into a dark part of the city, hope you all enjoy it!

If you have not read the first chapter I highly encourage you, as this chapter wont make a whole lot of sense!

Link to Ch. 1: The Assignment

Link to Ch. 3: Black Market of Darg


Jax walked steadily along moving through the crowds that littered the sidewalk. Animals gawked at the storefronts with shop peddlers out trying to convince them to give up their cash for a whole assortment of products from tools, clothes, guns, trinkets, and home brew remedies to cure illnesses. The whole street was dark and dirty, no one wore anything prestigious in the way of clothing nor expensive technology, phones and wristbands two or three generations behind.

High above thunder rumbled within the thick clouds that covered the moon ready to burst with rain at any moment. The air filled with smog and an assortment of smells from shops was blown through the crowds by the winds bringing the oncoming storm. Several animals perked their ears or looked to the sky at the sound of thunder but then resumed what they were doing. Small spheres began to float out from nearby buildings creating a web of clear, thin fabric guiding the first drops towards tanks hidden beneath the ground, supplying the city its water.

Looking up Jax moved to the side beneath the cover, several spheres stolen for parts causing certain sections of the sidewalk to have no cover from the rain that began to fall. Other animals followed suit, avoiding the puddles starting to form on the sidewalk.

Tightening the collar of his trench coat around his neck, Jax shook himself slightly at a chill that came through the openings in the sky cover. He scanned his eyes along the storefronts seeing all sorts of items from jewels, electronics, stale looking food, vials filled with various colored liquids, and a range of other items, everything of low quality.

Turning down several streets, he came to the alleyway its address matching one of the predator clubs he was looking for. Moving down the tight corridor, he looked back at crowds passing the entrance the lights off of advertisements flashing down the dark path. Pulling his paws from his pockets he kept his claws ready at a moment’s notice to defend. Sniffing the air he quickly reached for a rag in one of his pockets, rubbing his nose at the scent of rotting food intermixed with the piles of trash deeper in the alleyway. His ears perked he went on keeping the rag tight around his nose.

Moving past the trash he came to a doorway at the end of the alleyway, knocking on it with the back of his paw he took a step back and waited patiently. Glancing down he made sure there were no visible bumps in his trench coat hiding the pistol on his belt. Hearing the sound of metal grating across metal he looked up to see a slit now revealed in the door. Two golden eyes peered out studying him closely.

“What do you want?” The voice was gruff but had a mix of a hissing snarl to it.

“I heard a predator can find solace here,” Jax replied returning the same intense gaze.

“Yes,” The voice snickered, “I enjoy testing you wolves.” The voice said before opening the door inward to reveal a black, muscled panther dressed in a vest and pants with plating beneath. A pistol along with a large club dangled from a belt around his waist. “Come in, we get plenty of you wolves here to join the fun.”

Jax nodded his head in return and walked through the doorway coming out into a tight hallway. “I appreciate it,” He replied.

“Just don’t cause any trouble, and do not howl, place is too tight to have a bunch of you wolves howling like maniacs.” The panther hissed before shutting the door and locking it, waving his hand towards another door down the hallway, “clubs that way.”

Fluorescent lights lit his path, a few flickering or dimly lit in need of being replaced. The hall itself was relatively clean, several stains still littering the carpet and along the walls. A constant vibration shook the air, the loud pumping music slightly muted by the heavy door Jax moved towards. Reaching a paw out to the handle he turned it coming out into a new room that expanded out in a large dome shape.

The room was lit by lights of various hues changing colors and hanging over tables to give a low ambience to the room and conceal any lewd actions. The music filled the ears not dampened in any way, a strange new song of electronic mixed with various instruments repeating a constant beat keeping the heart pumping. The loud music mostly drowned out the sound of heavy rain fall that filled the sky above, now pounding the roof of the club.

Moving along the side of the room, Jax’s eyes scanned over the occupants, various predators along with some prey filled the room. All the predators kept to their own respective corners of the room, the middle occupied by different prey and predators scantly clothed fulfilling orders for customers or performing a show in the center. He merely glanced over the females in the center, instead paying closer attention to the predators sitting in comfort around the room, looking for the two murder suspects.

Finding a booth he settled down ordering a drink from a gazelle that walked by. He looked out at his new perspective of the room at predators on the other side, not spotting anything of interest yet. Taking the glass offered to him by the returning gazelle he leaned back sipping the brown liquor, savoring the warmth in his chest.

Staying relaxed with his drink Jax sat for awhile, keeping tabs on all of the predators in the room, waiting to see if any of them would do anything suspicious. He adjusted in his seat in discomfort at the sight of a pair of dead rabbits being served to a table already filled with other meats, the group of predators happily munching away at the food and dumping alcohol in excess down their throats. His own inner instinct ached inside; the last time he had such a rich meal distant in his mind. Shaking himself he looked away from the feast to a group of new arrivals in the room.

The group was a mix of four predators, tiger, red fox, a coyote, and a harpy eagle. He took another sip of his liquor taking little interest in them until he got a glimpse of a handle to a weapon, its shape and thickness catching his attention.  He took a bigger gulp of the liquor and set the glass down, waving to the gazelle for another round. He kept the coyote in the corner of his eyes, watching him shift his baggy shirt over the weapon.

The group settled around a table, ordering drinks and sparking up an excited conversation its contents unable to reach Jax due to the loud music in the club. The coyote talked little among the four, his eyes constantly looking around. Jax looked away relaxing as he thanked the gazelle for the new drink and took a sip, watching the female jaguar dance on stage, her dress waving around her body moving to the new song that filled the room. A low rumble of distant thunder shook the place, the storm reaching its peak outside.

Milking the second glass of liquor slowly Jax moved his free right hand along the pistol hidden within his coat reassured by its heavy shape, a shiver ran through his body anticipation killing him. Taking a deep breath he relaxed watching the dancer some more, occasionally glancing around the room to not bring attention to himself, the coyote always in the corner of his eyes.

With another song ending in the room, the coyote stood up heading to the back of the club, the other three continuing to talk excitedly with one another. His eyes turned to the coyote, watching him enter a back door towards the restrooms further beyond. Finishing his own drink he made sure the other three were still heated in their debate as he took his stand and began moving along. He looked around seeing no one take notice of him besides the occasional glance which always returned to their own thoughts when he met them with his own gaze.

Reaching the back of the room he moved to the same door the coyote used and walked through coming into a small hallway. Moving down it he checked the storage closet, finding it locked then turned to the male bathroom. Placing his paw on the doorway he came into view of a worn bathroom, decorated with dark brown tiles and lit by a low golden glow in the room revealing stained marbled counter tops. Walking along the sinks he glanced into each stall, finding them all empty. Letting out a low growl of frustration he quickly exited the bathroom and checked the female bathroom coming to the same results. He moved further down the hall to a maintenance door for staff members.

Opening it he entered into a new hall that went a couple of different directions. Moving down one path he entered into a small lounge decorated with leather couches and a glass table, where he spotted the coyote talking with a large bat dressed in a cloak.

“How much for the pla-“The bat was saying before turning his attention to the new arrival, a hiss coming from him, “you were followed?”

The coyote turned, the weapon held in his hand, “what? Who the hell are you?” He snarled fur standing on end.

Closing the distance with a swift kick Jax reached his right paw out grabbing the coyote by the throat, his other paw ripping the weapon away, snarling he shoved the coyote down into the nearby leather couch. With weapon in hand he released the stunned coyote to grab at the bat who tried taking off with his wings to escape along the high ceiling, his paw wrapping around the bat’s ankles he ripped the creature down slamming it into the glass table shattering it and knocking the bat unconscious.

Turning his attention to the claw waving coyote he reached forward to wrap his paw around the neck of the coyote and shake him still, pinning the animal down with his knee and squeezing him against the cushions, “enough!” He snarled the coyote freezing up. “Tell me where you got this,” Jax asked, the weapon still in his left hand, the trigger near his thumb ready to be used.

“I…I got it from a dealer on Darg Road!” The coyote cried, “Please don’t kill me! I’m just trying to make a living!” He shivered uncontrollably beneath the heavy wolf pinning him.

“What’s the dealer’s name?” Jax snapped his lip curling to reveal teeth.

The coyote’s eyes widened as he panicked with thought, “Its, uh… Viktor!” He blurted out.

“Does he have more of these weapons?”

“I have no idea!” The coyote cried squirming beneath the heavy grip, the squeeze tightening around his neck causing him to squeak out a gasp of air before the grip loosened enough so he could breathe again.

“Who is this bat you were trying to sell too?”

“Just a friend of mine! He…he’s a weapons collector!” The coyote yelled, squirming some more beneath the heavy grip.

Growling, Jax lifted the coyote up and in one fell swoop slammed him into the carpeted floor, “What about your three friends you walked in with?” Jax snapped at the dazed coyote.

“Just…” The coyote began before shaking his head and gasping, a violent shake to his head bringing him back to awareness of the harsh gaze staring down at him. “They’re just three friends of mine!”

“Liar,” Jax snapped, lifting the coyote up slightly then slamming him back into the floor, some blood staining the carpet where a shard of glass had nicked the back of the coyote’s head. “Do you work for someone?”

“No! Never!” The coyote cried, “I’m a loner!”

“What about your three friends?” Jax growled again, pushing his knee into the coyote’s stomach. “Think long and hard before you answer.”

Letting out a cough, the coyote gasped for air trying to gather his wits as best he could, his eyes flickering open and closed to clear his blurred vision. “Alright, alright! The bird, he’s mentioned something about the Claws, but please! I beg of you, I don’t know anything more than that!”

Slamming the Coyote into the ground again, Jax stood up his claws deftly digging into different components and latches to the rectangular weapon in his hand, quickly dismantling it and pulling out the crystal of plasma inside which gave the weapon its lethal power. Throwing it into a nearby wall, the crystal shattered, staining the wall with blue plasma that oozed down the side, now useless. “Clean yourself up and consider yourself lucky,” Jax said turning away from the coyote to head back the way he had come.

Re-entering the club’s main room Jax loosened his trench coat, the opening giving him ease of access to the pistol resting against his hip. Unbuttoning the holster, he readied the pistol, flicking off the safety before letting the trench coat fall back into a resting place partially hiding the weapon. Coming around the corner he froze up, his eyes glancing around swiftly for his targets. He sighed cracking his knuckles and started to head for the exit of the club, moving past the table where the three predators had been before, now gone.



Link to Ch. 1: The Assignment

Link to Ch. 3: Check back later!

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The Assignment

Got caught up with an idea from watching Zootopia too much (fantastic movie by the way) instead of writing the next board game short story. I enjoyed writing the two Armello stories a lot and Zootopia made me realize how well it can work outside of a game, so got thinking on a darker story. Next thing I know was thinking future and thought about Blade Runner and what follows is the first chapter. I will most likely write more to this as it was a ton of fun!

Ch. 2: Predator’s Club


The room was dimly lit, smoked trailed from the ash tray, several cigarette butts filling the tray with a fresh one sitting on the edge. The desk was littered with paper and files a complete mess yet organized in a chaotic way that few could distinguish. A clicking sound filled the room from the fan that spun in the corner moving the heat and smoke around. A rattling sound up above echoed, the building’s main A/C turning on bringing little in the way of cool air into the humid room.

Sitting in his rickety, leather chair was a heavy set stag, his brown fur unkempt, bags of exhaustion beneath his eyes. The police uniform he wore was worn and had a few rips along it, the badge on his chest in a desperate need for a re-shining. The only thing that was kept in perfect condition was his antlers, long and sharp a form of pride among any deer.

“Smoke’s sticking to your fur again Klavin,” the wolf said to the stag. Sitting down in the small leather chair, his knees banged against the desk causing him to let out a low growl of frustration, “still keeping these crappy chairs?” He asked with a shake of his head.

“Ahh come on Jax you know you can call me Tom after all we are friends by now, you hurt me by being so formal!” Tom exclaimed with a chuckle.

“We can be friends after you get better chairs!” Jax Denek replied, shifting again causing his elbow to hit the chair next to him, its wheels sending it rolling off to the side into a dusty fake plant long since stained a sickly green.

Tom chuckled again, picking up the cigarette between his index and middle hoof to take a long drag before blowing off a strand of smoke.

“You make me wonder sometimes if you like seeing us predators sitting in these cramped chairs,” Jax growled. Sitting at an angle with half his body off the chair’s edge, Jax ran his claws through the fur on top of his head, scratching an itch.

“I wouldn’t dare think that, there’s just a lack of budget in the department, you’ve been here long enough to know that Jax.” Tom replied, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the paperwork covering his desk.

“Yea, yea, yea, same story, same excuse. Let’s cut to the chase, why’d you call me? I was in the middle of trying to crack down on those couple of ex-fed badgers.” Jax said pulling out a rag to wipe at his sensitive nose, the smoke starting to get to him.

Tom smiled showing his flat teeth with visible gray stains, “well I got a better case for you that I think you’ll like.” The stag began shifting through his paperwork taking another drag from his cigarette. “Here we go!” He said tossing a plain vanilla file onto the edge of the desk before Jax.

Flipping the file open with a clean sharpened claw Jax came into view of several pictures paper-clipped onto the report detailing a dead sheep left in a gruesome state in an alley. A few of the pictures showed the sheep with visible cuts, the wounds cauterized. Several patches of wool were ripped from the skin with a clean shaven spot over his heart marking an emblem – three slashes made by claws with a crooked circle surrounding. “I haven’t seen this one in a long time, mark of the Tri-Claw Federation, what the hell are they doing skulking around?”

“Beats me, but we believe it could be an attempt at inciting fear with such blatant advertisement of their mark. As it is we have no idea why they’d even go for this sheep, just an ordinary citizen, nothing special about him just some factory worker.”

Shifting the pictures of the sheep to the side Jax picked up another image blurry by comparison to the clear image of the sheep.

“Taken by security cam, in that part of the city a lot of the tech hasn’t been upgraded, but we can make out for certain that the two suspects are a lizard of some kind based on the tail and a large mammal, most likely a bear. Can’t get better details with the heavy clothing they’re wearing and the poor cam quality.” Tom said, leaning back in his chair taking a long drag and flicked the cigarette butt into the ash tray, adding to his growing collection. “We swept the area heavy, didn’t come up with much in the way of anything nor any clues at the sheep’s home.” He closed his eyes pausing before taking a deep breath and continuing, “In that area are some locations frequented by predators, some of the businesses shadier then others, I’d try there. We know the suspects haven’t gone far, none of the cameras in the ship and train yards show any lizards traveling in the area.”

“What if they have their own means of transport?” Jax replied finished studying the file and closing it, setting it on the desk.

“Impossible, it’s one of the low life sectors of the city, security is high on the few major transportation hubs, and there are no reports of stolen ships nor any ships going or arriving in the area in the past few days. They are most likely lying low and plotting their next move.”

Running his claws through the top of his head again, Jax closed his eyes thinking for the moment, his ears flicking at the sudden bang up above then a growing silence of the A/C unit turning off.

“It should be an easy job for one of my best tanners, the rabbits from up above were even kind enough to lend a new pistol they developed.”

Opening his eyes again, Jax reached for the file again taking the pictures of the sheep along with the two suspects, folding them to fit in the pocket of his trench coat. “You know how to convince me, though don’t think I’m happy dealing with crazy Claws, last time I did got me nearly de-clawed and killed.”

Tom grinned, and reached underneath his desk to bring forth a bulky pistol holstered along with three clips.

Picking up the holster, Jax ran a claw over the sturdy leather then wrapped a paw around the ridged grip of the pistol. Un-holstering the pistol he turned it side to side looking over its three barreled design that extended over the majority of the pistols length. The three barrels left the pistol bulky as well and heavy, only able to be handled by the strongest of animals and fire the largest of hand-held caliber bullets. “The rabbits made this? It’s practically half their size!” Jax laughed, reaching a hand over to the three clips picking them up between his claws. “How did they even test it without being blown back against the wall?”

“Should know me by now Jax, I have no idea how those little cotton tails made it, just know it packs a punch and should handle either of those two Claws with ease.”

“Suppose you are right,” Jax replied, placing the three clips to his side, he flipped the switch on the gun. The three barrels swung out presenting three slits for the clips to slide in.

“Clip one is your 7.65 plasma caliber, not as big as the other two but more rounds packed into the barrel. The second is a physical slug round, rabbits called it the ‘fat carrot’, can blow off limbs with ease or even a head, though only got three rounds so use it sparingly. Third they nicknamed ‘piercer’, it’s plasma as well with a computer chip made to cut through walls and stop in flesh. Its powerful but careful not to hit civilians hiding.”

“All very impressive and we can’t afford better chairs,” Jax replied glancing over to the stag who only returned a smirk. Shaking his head he rubbed his running nose with the rag and stuffed it back in a pocket. Gripping one of clips between claws he slowly pushed on the lever on the bottom of the clip. Bullets fed into the chamber and compacted in. He slid the clip off, the slit in the barrel now sealed, packed with rounds. He repeated the action for the other two then flipped the switch so the barrels realigned with the gun itself. A small indicator lit up right above the handle of the pistol facing him depicting a twenty, three, and an eight. “How fancy, anything else I should know about?

“No, what I’d have to say would be the usual crap that I repeat to any tanner who comes into this office for an assignment.”

“So, make sure the target is dead at any cost to sum it up.”

“That’s my tanner!” Tom Klavin chuckled, showing off his dirty grin.



Ch. 2: Predator’s Club

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