The huntress had to blink twice before being more confused about the message she received. Felicia felt like a comic relief character found her partner's phone and had sent the message.

Because this person wasn't the one she read about on the files she had gotten the day before. This was someone...different in almost every single aspect.

But as soon as the next sentence came in, it made sense in the least significant bit. Keeping that in mind that a plausible explanation would be given to her in the very near future, she hesitantly sent a confirming," Sure. Be there." back to the contact.

Donning a presentable yet not too appealing outfit, consisting of a deep green evening gown, begrudgingly worn first thing in the afternoon and a gold plated necklace that was simple to top it off as it was probably gonna be mugging involved, Felicia Jäger walked as she heard the click of the locks and took off to where Chris wanted to meet her, boarding her cab after an hour.

The driver didn't talk much for the ride which was pleasant for the woman as she gave fleeting answers, giving her time to process the information which gave her a wracking headache for hours on end.

Eighty three immobilized, around a hundred confirmed to be killed and a concerning amount which hit over twice of that combined to be unconfirmed with no viable proof but in suspicion of the man, Chris Canner stood out as the man with the most kill count, only next to the other rumor of the Klinge standing over him.

With an approximated triple the amount of kills, including civilians and innocent bypassers.

He seemed to be the one who was morally tenebrous, when compared to a monster which just scared her all the more.

" Ma'am? You okay back there?" The call of the man who drove the car brought her back and ground her to the present.

" Yu-yeah. Uh-I'm fine." The figure in green unlocked the door as she laid her eyes on the yellow building across the street from her under the sky which looked gloomy.

Queens Tabledance.

" God, help me." A quiet prayer as she transacted the fee, the man looking in pity at the woman who looked dreadfully at the door of a strip club.

" None of my business..." He drove on the lane, muttering to himself about how the new generations fell into more and more perverse paths.

Felicia crossed the asphalt and made her way in, instantly being blinded by the bright purple neon atmosphere around her, before it finally shifted into focus. After setting her eyes on anything but the awful exposure of cleavage and skin, she took to the receptionist and signed in.

" I'm here for a Chris." As soon as the words left her lips, the lady at the counter gestured at a guard as Felicia was guided to a separate unit, far from the center of attention but not too far, as to raise any ideas all the while as she had to squint her eyes to keep off of anything and everything that was happening there.

When the guard left her before a reserved booth, she took a second to pray and opened the curtain, hoping not to find anything worth slapping the living hell out of this person all the way to the Dias.

But there he was, a man in a black turtleneck which suited him well, considering his pretty buffed physique. He had a poorly placed white plaster aligned next to his chin as he greeted her.

" Welcome, Ms. Takkot! Here for a...takeout?" Spilling the worst set of jokes he ever made, out of the only intention to maintain a farce.

But this was the code that was given to the huntress until her quote on quote 'Internship' with Chris Canner was to end.

Even if she was still under the impression that the obvious sober man on the seat at a strip club who was intent on making bad puns had some reason that he was doing said things. Because someone like that wasn't meant to be at a place like the Dias for her.

But a certain someone flashed across her mind, keeping her queries at bay making her hold the curtain up, just enough for him to take notice of the Wolves, surrounded by women trying to make a quick buck from their clients.

" Thre- no five" Chris took quick note as they fell down, closing his view. He poured from a half emptied bottle of Conte Foscari as he set it down, with a full glass of the red substance, as he took out a small packet of something, tore it down and poured it in his mouth.

" Before yo-!" He flinched. With a squirming look on his face, he crumpled the small sachet and threw it off the edge, missing the trash.

" It's salt" And Felicia Jäger knew well that the feeling she would have by the end of this unwanted conversation had a high probable rate which the other three who knew of this man's return felt.

An indescribable sense of agony.

The one you would get when a straightjacket is tied around you for an entire day. In a mental asylum. In a soundproof room where you can hear your own heartbeats. In the dark. But traces of Metal music will be heard and you have no choice but to hear that.

Maybe a bit more extreme.

The music is being ground into your earlobes with a piece of ice cold sandpaper. While you are forced to eat a slug. A pickled slug, half dead, half alive.

" You're Chris Canner, I presume" She finally uttered in a low voice, trying to stop his babbling and her extreme thought processes simultaneously. But in the end, she found herself having fun. His voice was fire to gasoline but in that sense it would give you warmth.

A source of energy so potent that it can wrap you up in a blanket of lukewarm touches or it could burn the forest down, just so it can rebuild it from the ashes.

" This guy's dangerous..." Felicia found herself enjoying his company. And when she finally tried to speak a word from her initial ones, someone came in.

" Good day, people. Hope you are enjoying your stay at Queens Tabledance. Are you to spend your night here, Sir?"

The man shook his head as he raised his palm.

" No, just settle the fee for twelve hours. But I would like to meet my brother again" His tone shifted into a more serious and deep one.

" He has a brother h-" A bit of doubt. But it was run over instantly.

" GET ME EXTRA VIRGIN OIL." Chris said in a commanding voice.

" I'm killing him after this."

" Right away sir." The man in the knock-off butler suit exited, pulling up the curtain as Chris sighed, massaging his temples.

He stood up, dusting off his arse and shivered for a moment after a face of realization towards Felicia, patting himself down with a panicked expression. Chris turned to the woman dressed in green and raised his hands with an uncertain look on his face.

" What did you mean by half a day? Have you been here since yesterday?" The figure asked him.

" Well...yes. And not to alert you or anything, but they didn't clean this place very well from yesterday's...." He bit down his teeth as he continued," things..." as Felicia's face turned pale, the blood draining from her complexion.

And before she would scream, Chris edged over to the curtain and swiped a look at the people around them. And who would react the way he suspected. And with a knowing smirk which played on his face, he waited.

" WHAT THE F*CK!? WHY DIDN'T Y- EWW!" And the time came, the curtain was slid over and he began to scoot over his eyes over every inch of his vision.

" Nah I was kidding. Just wanted someone to yell out loud. Calm down, we got company." Chris backed up with a look of all seriousness and sat down. He gestured Felicia to do the same as the waiter came in with a cheeky smile.

" Find any?" The man who was in his 50s settled the tray he had on his hands and left, before alerting him that he was in a bit of trouble and he would evacuate the customers if it went south.

" Good luck, mister Phaze" And he backed up into the fabric and disappeared out of it.

" PHAZE?!" Felicia felt her heart stiffen, almost forgetting to beat.

Chris lifted the bottle and took a folded piece of paper, freshly faxed from the Dias and opened it up. Felicia's eyes gave a petrified appeal as she looked at the paper.

The report of Alicia Krüze.

Chris glanced over the photo that was attached and closed his eyes with a frown, turning his head in a flinch he didn't expect. But the moment he knew what was coming as he heard the click of magazines, he forced himself to take notice of the things.

" God. DAF with a steady cauterizing tendency...not good. Intern?" He turned around and saw Ms.Takkot's face in agony.

" You might need to snap out of that, because we're surrounded in a way of sorts." He winked and the next moment, wrapped his hands around one of the empty bottles of wine he had emptied yesterday and threw it with full force as the curtain which paved way as the bottle whistled past revealed a hand, shattering with a groan followed by a comical thud.

And when the next person entered the space with a suppressed firearm, Chris's battle instincts kicked in.

Time started to slow down and stemmed its flow as he made it to be in dire situations.

Chris Canner made the first move.

The lights behind the assailant didn't cover much as he could make out the outline of another weapon as he reached out and yanked him in, raising his hand and letting the elbow crash against his jaw as his actions shattered the predator's jaw and he snapped his neck. And in the next moment, the body was laid on the ground without a noise since the bottle came into contact with the other man's face.

Felicia didn't know what was happening but her body did the work for her as the bottle's target yelled and entered the room but she had him under the curtain with her grip and choked him down, sniping his gun off his covered head and pointed it right on his mouth.

" stay." She hissed in an imperious voice and pressed it in a bit, as the man felt his life flash before him.

" Intern, hold your horses and save your bullets." The Phaze took a knife out of his jean and jabbed it on his head, stopping the struggle in her arms, as Felicia froze with a horrendous reality unfolding butting in.

This was the second most ruthless person in the entire Dias.

He doesn't hesitate to kill.

Instead, the man lifted himself to his feet and helped her to do the same, wiping the blood with one of the men's outfits and looked at the curtain with a look of doubt and grimace.

" There's two more coming."

And the next second, when time replaced it's hastened state with a descending flow to the perception of him, he screeched.

" I SAID I'M BREAKING UP WITH YOU!" By the time those words exited his lips, she knew what to do.

" NO! YOU! GET OUT! I WILL KILL YOU!" She parried back with her own. They both exited the booth with rage on their faces as the surrounding mob glared at them with anger for ruining their time.

Sure things went down here ever so often with drunkards and lust driven men but not to the point of the girl threatening the man who was at the broken end of a bottle.

" I'LL KILL YOU! STAY BACK!"

" OKAY B*ITCH! I WILL! GO F*CK JEFFREY! FOR ALL I CARE YOU'RE AS FLAT AS A BOARD ANYWAY!" Chris had nothing but prayers in his mind that she won't be stabbing him after that comment.

Thankfully, she didn't.

Good going, Chris.

And when she slowly retreated towards the exit, the alibi was made for the noises and the broken bottles. But he had to make sure. He complained about his turtleneck and went back in, throwing bottles around and poured a bit of olive oil right where the only entrance and exit was.

When the curtains opened again with someone with a similar attire to the other dead comrades of theirs to subdue the place where they didn't come back from, the Phaze's heart pulsed, resulting once again in a slow motion frenzy.

With another movement which took about a few seconds in his mind but only a single second in truth, Chris had the third man as he dragged him in, lifting him up and threw him across the room, letting his head carom off the dull coloured wall with a low snap and when the last Wolf knew what happened, he leaped over to the sofa and grabbed his firearm to retreat with ease but as he saw the first batch of bullets tear through the cover and subsequently through his arm, he had to return fire.

" F*ck" He found himself cursing as the only bullets he had were the ones in the chamber.

In a more simple manner, a gun with no magazine.

And as he felt his skin taking the fire, he ducked under the table, realizing it was made of glass a bit late as it rained on him and took to improvising, levering up one of the corpses and ran out with it.

Chris took the dramatic change of action a bit too melodramatic, pilfering the only empty botthe that was not broken and broke that as well, yelling.

Chris was somewhat of a screaming ferret that uncannily resembled the battle cry of a certain someone who loved eating and dashed through, holding the bottle upside down in one and the body in another as he toppled the last to the ground, jamming the bottle in his neck.

Concluding the quarrel with a statement.

" AH YOU F*CKWARD JEFF! I GOT YOU NOW! HOW ARE YOU GONNA F*CK TAKKOT WHEN YOU'RE NOT EVEN ALIVE!?" With that line, the Phaze winced at his wounds.

*****

The huntress dressed in nature ran after she crossed the road, finding herself in a lot with vehicles and saw one Yamaha which she concluded Chris would be the owner of and took the jagged key in her palm and started it, waiting for him to arrive.

Because she had no problems with the fact he would be alive after this.

Time passed, as twenty seconds ticked by and she obtained the curse of being bored.

Somehow.

So she got off the motorcycle and fiddled with the key and her phone, before opening the back carriage, finding a bunch of junk, a pocket body spray from a local brand but the one she found alluring was a recorder.

The ones which were used for official usage on the run. And it had a couple dozen recordings. Some as short as a minute and some as long, stretching out to a few hours which gave her the conclusion that it was modified by the Snow Witch, Vanessa.

And she took to hearing it, until the man she waited for arrived.

It had been a few hours since Felicia had woken up and it already was up-to a bombastic start with the uncovering of the identity of the Phaze adding to her mind to process.

She pressed to replay the recordings which were saved with names, starting with the first one.

*****