Nessa Cordelia Lux wrote:Out of nowhere, a letter comes into your possession, you don't know how sent it, but you open it to read the following.
`Arsene, we are pleased to inform you that you have been invited for preliminary testing to assess your aptitude in a special business venture. We have been following your career with a vested interest and believe you to be an excellent candidate to fill a vacancy within our organisation.
Our organisation is made up of various men, and woman with goals and skills very similar to your own, and as such we will it is only in our best interest to extend this opportunity out to you. If you are interested, please meet one of our associates at the place you first stepped into the light, you have until sunset tomorrow. We hope to see you there.`
Should you find the location specified, you will find a message left for you, with a set of clues. Follow these clues, until you find the man in red armour.
He let out a long, slow breath, clutching the letter in his hands and trying to suppress the trembling. Laying on his kitchen table, the small white letter mattered more than anything else in the entire building. Mind racing, he connected every dot he had at the moment; he had been in this city for a week and a half so far, and have access to 4 safe houses inside it. The letter was spotless, with no dust, so it was clearly left within the day. This was his second night in this one, and he'd yet to take the main entrance inside, so they knew his schedule and routines well enough figure out how he rotated his abodes, and where they were without seeing him enter. Last time he was in Oak Town was 7 months ago, so they've been watching him for at minimum that long, perhaps longer. None of this information was exceptional, at least not nearly enough to fluster him. He'd handled his share of stalkers and offers before; crime groups trying to muscle him in, ex-clients trying to get the drop on him. That all was standard. The problem here was the very first word on the page; Arsene. They knew his name.
Arsene had been a broker for 3 years now, amongst other side jobs. His information was what he was known for however. The importance of knowledge wasn't lost on him; he championed the idea. As such, he kept all of his confidential. Your alias was the first thing any decent black market worker handled. He hadn't spoken the name himself in over a year. Yet they knew it. He dropped the paper, it's contents already burned into his memory. He gripped a nearby chair, knuckles growing white as he calmed himself. Yet all of his attempts to calm simply made it worse. His breaths quickened, sweat formed on his brow. This was critical. It had been ages since he felt this scared, this intimidated. Clearly, he had the attention of someone much more capable than himself. It was intimidating. It was terrifying. It was exciting.
A smile snuck onto his face. How long had it been since he felt this? Actual danger, the thrill of being pushed to the wall. He'd been safe lately, only dealing with petty thugs and simple deals. Nothing challenged him, nothing was on the line. This was different. Everything was on the line. He knew only two things about them; they knew all about him, and they saw value in keeping him alive. If they didn't, he'd have met a blade at his door today, not a letter. He packed up quickly, already very aware of where they wanted him to go. Clearly, they were asking him to perform, and he always gave the best shows under pressure.
It was around mid-day, and the sunlight was especially harsh today. Especially after a night with no rest like he'd experienced. Long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a beautiful white sundress, Arsene was getting looks from all the men as he strolled through the town. A small part of him wondered what they'd do when they saw what lurked beneath the illusion, but he had no time for games at the moment. He had an appointment to uphold. Turning off the main road, he walked down the alleyway, stopping at the stoop of an old door. The building behind it was abandoned; it had been for years, 3 at least. It was when he did his first street performance here to 3 people, and when he made his first deal here that night. It was both "the place he first stepped into the light", and the place he stepped into the darkness. Waiting delicately on the step was another envelope, and he wasted no time taking a look at the contents.
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