Chapter Six. The Lone One.
It has been snowing for the second day now. Huge flakes were falling heavily on the cold streets. Only a few brave souls dared to venture out of their relatively warm homes. The weather had firmly gripped Paris in an icy grip. Weakened and paralyzed, it resembled only a gloomy collection of blocks, a lifeless map. Authorities promised to improve the situation, but so far these statements seem like mere empty talk.
A large, luxurious house. A spacious living room with a large sofa by the window. A confident man carries a bottle of excellent whiskey and two glasses, half filled with ice.
-To our hopefully long and fruitful cooperation! - he said.
-To cooperation! I have already managed to resolve your request. The chest with piastres will be yours by mid-tomorrow.
-Excellent! It is truly a pleasure doing business with you!
While lively conversations were taking place in one house, things were clearly not going well in another, less wealthy and spacious home – at that moment, the police were searching it for clues. The fact is that the mistress of the house,
Ta Kotoraya..., was shot tonight. The killer caught her having a light dinner consisting of 2 chocolate eggs and a glass of milk. The consequences of power outages also affected
Tako, so she was apparently preparing for dinner by candlelight, from which only a paraffin stub remained when the police arrived.
Still alive:5
Lu41k6
Drnik 11
WisTrit12
Hermit14
Neyra Dрейк15
KostyaN16
WhiteLizardDeceased:1
Siverfale2
Amko3
Gur4
Revan7
Kyle8
Kash9
Ta Kotoraya...10
Arandor13
Magnus 17
Ple-SenAs for the series of nightly illegal visits,
Drnik became the new victim of the thieves; it's a pity that this doesn't bother
Lu41k in any way: she just smiles and shrugs indifferently – I’m doing fine, don’t touch me.
Day is coming.