9 October 2025 – 1:12 AM
Devil's Side
The city was yawning, drunk and dirty. But crime never clocked out.
I was four alleys deep into the underbelly, chasing broken trails and blurred names. Three more victims. All the same story dressed in different pain.
Buy a car. Lose everything.
And not a single cop lifted a finger.
Each lead pointed to a clean-cut dealership front. Big smiles, no receipts. The kind of place where the coffee's free and the lies come with polish.
Something was off. Too off.
This wasn't theft. This was organized — like someone had built a system to devour people quietly.
3:29 AM
Westbridge Industrial Zone
A victim remembered being dropped off near a garage with red lighting. It led me here — EZ Auto Recovery, a forgotten chop yard on the edge of the city's rustbelt.
I slipped through a torn chain-link gate. Empty, almost too quiet. Burnt rubber still lingered in the air.
The lot was a graveyard of old metal. Car husks stacked like bones. But someone had been moving things.
Under a stripped seat, I found a branded charger — Levi Motors. Clean. New.
A legit brand connected to an illegit lot?
Bingo.
They were stealing cars and replacing them with fake identities. Whoever was behind this knew how to blur lines.
Then I heard it.
A thwip — fast and sharp.
A line of black tape snapped past my shoulder and yanked a metal pipe from the ground like it was weightless.
I rolled behind an engine block, eyes scanning the roofline.
And then I saw her.
She landed with a whisper of heels against asphalt — tall, lean, wrapped in black tape like she'd stepped out of a dream meant to distract you just before you died. Her skin shimmered in the moonlight, framed by silver wrappings and an eye mask that did nothing to hide her smirk.
"Found you, Bunny."
Her voice dripped like honey on a razorblade.
I stood, cautious. "You with the dealership?"
She smiled wider, tilted her head.
"Mmm… Why ruin the mystery?"
She circled me slowly, hips swaying with every step. "You're cute when you're suspicious."
I didn't blink.
Another line of tape shot out from her palm, slicing through a parking sign and dragging it behind her like a leash.
"He knows you're sniffing around."
She paused. "And I couldn't resist meeting you first."
"You work for him?"
She didn't answer.
Just giggled.
"Don't worry, Bunny. I won't break you... yet."
She launched forward — graceful, violent, fast.
I braced.