Swan Lake Dove

The ventilation was unwelcoming and nipped at Tai Yang’s skin- the once enervated air-conditioner began to exert, causing all heat and sweat to drain. Sensing that trouble was about to erupt, Tai Yang sprinted towards his chaotic office so that he could grab his emergency pistol from the locked cabinet under his desk. Even though he didn’t use it often, he thought it was better to be armed and prepared, than to be possibly abducted by the intruder. He quickly and efficiently put in the right combination of numbers to successfully unlock the container and grabbed the pistol by it’s handle. He loaded it with a few hard-shelled bullets and removed the safety lock. 

His masked adversary approached him cautiously with a gray-ish cloth that reeked of methamphetamine, sedatives, and a mixture of aphrodisiacs. He looked like your typical, messy, drug addict- except he didn’t seem like he used any, and had a seductive atmosphere that wrapped around him. He wore a voluminous black, V-neck polo shirt with short sleeves that revealed his muscular arms, a pair of baggy ash-gray pants, a pair of prim, night-lock gloves, and an ebony, black mask that covered half of his face. His eyes were jet black with a hint of brown, and with determination to knock him out. “Damn. I was going to overwhelm you with the tampered air conditioner, but it seems like that didn’t work- so I’m going to have to do it manually now.”, his voice was deep, and resonant. It sounded as if he was slightly annoyed, but hid it so well that Tai Yang almost overlooked it. “Get closer and I’ll fucking shoot you-”, he choked a little- the threat was real, but the intruder wasn’t terrified, nor anxious. He just smirked pitifully as if he was told that someone he knew and despised fell into a gambling debt. “Oh sweetheart, I don’t think you realize that those bullets are fake. The real threat is just me.”. Tai Yang second-guessed himself, and looked down to check- but that was the wrong move. With frightening speed, the pistol was snatched from Tai Yang’s grasp- forcing him to pull the trigger and hit the vase nearby, and then finally being thrown to the other side of the room before the intruder aggressively pinned him in a choke hold. Tai Yang’s eyes widened, caught off-guard by the statement before attempting to knee him in the guts. He struggled, trying to pull the masked figure off him while trying not to fall unconscious; as he now had the cloth shoved forcefully in his face. “Mmph-!”, they fell to the floor, the masked figure pinned him to the ground with much strength, and received a punch in the face which he quickly regained composure from. “Damn it- stop resisting before I knock the wind out of you in a more painful method-”. Tai Yang finally found a gripping point in the struggle, and flipped him to his back- the cloth now removed due to the vantage point he had over the masked figure. “How about you stop trying to knock me out, and you’ll get just 2 years in prison for assaulting me-”, Tai Yang spoke in between muffled breaths as they attacked each other consecutively. The masked individual retorted, “OR, I can continue until you either surrender now or fall unconscious, and I get off free-!”, he jabbed his fingers into Tai Yang’s side. “Shit-!, Damn it you-!”, the man was now on top of him, and he was stuck to the ground like he was glued there. “Shut up, and give up-!”. Once again, Tai Yang felt the cloth forced on his face, inhaling the toxins. As this happened, he began to grab his opponent’s fist, twisting it, and pulling the mask off, and forcing the handkerchief on him instead. As legend has it, the now unmasked man ended up tied to a chair in Tai Yang’s chaotic office. 

The dark waxing, crimson moon hung high above the murky waters in a hypnotic way. The horde of silver-tainted Ribbon fishes circled and miraculously seemed to sliver around like a merry-go-round multiplying in quantities. They flashed their intriguing glimmering skin across the surface of the deep-end pond mysteriously. Smoke danced along the coarse breeze, twisting into different shapes and forms with such melancholy. The trance of dizzying night birds screeched fluke notes into the arid desolate blackriver trail. Tall, mingles of birchwood, oak, and acacia trees, impaled, and bare leaned against the Earth’s axis. The limbs of the evergreen stretched and cut into the atmosphere in a twisting way. It reeked of gunpowder essence, bitter cigarette smoke, and honeydew drops. The air was a sickening warmth, slick with heat and stuffy despite the moderately blowing breeze. 

“Lei Zhang”. Some called him Tai Yang, if they knew him that well. Deep in this elegant, yet grotesque paradise, was his modern house, with thicket bushes shrouding the window with a slight half-moon lit view towards the eerie lake. It had a marble archway with cobblestone balconies, translucent creamy curtains, chandeliers dangling from the main dining and multi-purpose room, quartz-lined encrusted staircases, and high-end lapis carpets lining every hallway. Tai Yang’s house was the definition of modern-antique in contrast to the dreamy nightmare outside. He was a detective sworn to bring justice to any crime he was tasked with. And with that, a very good one too; which explained his wealth.

He was trying to piece together evidence on the disappearance of his victim and client in the modern living room when suddenly, his phone started to ring. It vibrated in his formal dress pant’s pocket as he took it out to answer the, perhaps important call. The complexion glinted off the screen, and silver-edge of the blocky metal. It was the chief of the police department, which only ever happened whenever he had a new traumatic occurrence to deal with, or if there was new information concerning his current manifestation. He answered the phone, and on the other side of the line was Mateo Rodrigeuz, who was as stern as he always was. “Tai Yang, I know you are currently working on the case of the abduction of the citizens, but a few of our police officers have found multiple similar occurrences these past few days. I have a new task for you to look at detective, it’s about the kidnappings, disappearances, and killings of our VIPs, and fellow comrades who’ve all gone without a trace. We think that this case is bigger than we thought. I’m sure you’ve been watching the news, correct?”. Tai Yang didn’t spare a second and responded swiftly, “Yes Chief, I’ve seen the news, I was wondering if you were going to send me out to investigate or not. As for the new information, I’ll take note of that.”. In a husky voice Mateo continued the conversation by explaining the details, “That’s good to hear, I’ve sent someone to deliver to you the files on all of the suspects directly to your confidential mailbox in the garden. I’ve also provided a classified instructions booklet along with it. Study it as much as you can, tomorrow I need you to be at the police department at 5:45 AM, sharp. Have a good rest of your day detective.”. With that, Mateo hung up, and the call ended. Tai Yang didn’t waste any more precious time, and headed to his rather large private greenhouse. Lotus flowers were speckled everywhere, a stone pathway, lavender bushes releasing powerful fumes of sweet sugar, grape vines dangling like snakes, and shrubs taller than himself surrounding the layout. Tall iron frames with reflective material covering them completed the look. He went straight towards a blue orchid flower, and opened a gap in the shrub right next to it; which was where the mailbox was. It was painted with a pale, baby blue paint that was slightly peeling off, a mellow orange post lifted upwards, and black lining that made the edges seem to be non-existent with the shadow being casted on it. Tai Yang entered the sly pincode, and opened the lid to see the file booklet and suspect analysis. Once he pulled the dispatch out of the mailbox, he closed it and re-entered the passcode once more to lock it shut. The booklet had a small urban-red clasp with a leather front, and in big bold font: [Classified Information]. Just as he was about to leave the vast greenhouse, he felt an ominous presence of aura around him. When he turned around, he found a ruby-encrusted bracelet on the rock pathway. {What the fuck-...?}. Cautiously, Tai Yang picked up the piece of jewelry and examined it for a moment before heading back, wary. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was watching him from afar, but he wasn’t sure if his mind was just playing tricks on him. After all, he was sleep deprived for the last few days.        

When he entered the modern-antique house, a more cooler air hit him; still very balming, but not searing. Tai Yang still found it uncomfortably stuffy, but he couldn’t find out what was wrong with the air conditioner, and what was wrong with it. He didn’t have time to worry about it though, he had an important job to do. He was now pondering on his new case, the Кровавая ворона Mafia and アンカーされた criminal gang organization. They were the currently most dangerous groups in the region- along with the Erste Erwachen mob group, known mostly because of their good looks and lethality. The press was always looking for eye-catching news- or something that would catch people’s attention, so naturally they glorified their godly masculinity– praising them instead of actually warning viewers about the dangers with any kind of contact between them. Tai Yang sat at his chaotic office in a sturdy wooden chair. He never really had the time to decently tidy-up the place, so he just left it like that. The work-papers were grimy with coffee stains, paperclips wandering lost underneath the cabinet, and piles of high-stacked files looming menacingly over the already disordered area. He pushed his black, half square-rimmed reading spectacles up to his nose, looking through some of the profile trait files of the mafia and the gangsters on his teak wood table. His sticky sweat made the milky-white collared shirt stick to him, clinging like a second skin. His hair was moist from the evening sun, and the clammy feel of his inky dress pants were slightly getting intolerable. Even with the air-conditioner on, the refreshing winds were in no way comparable to the summer heat; it was like a heat wave, and Tai Yang was practically swimming in his own sweat.

Tai Yang carefully examined each one of his suspects’ traits, personalities, abilities, connections, and relationships; paying especially close attention to their leaders, “Tsuki Chi” and “Igor Sokolov”. He read the descriptions on the crisp pages- there were a total of nine members in the Кровавая ворона Mafia; The four known members: Igor Sokolov, Luke Travis, Matthew Princeton, Yaniel Acosta, and the five unknown acquaintances. Tai Yang read through the transcripts, [Name: Luke Travis, Age: 17, Gender: Male, Native Country: American/USA Strength: Hacking, Weakness: Ego, Personality: ESTP, Status: Caporegime, Name of Business: Кровавая ворона Mafia], [Name: Matthew Princeton, Age: 20, Gender: Male, Native Country: British/UK, Strength: Archer, Weakness: Likely a hot-headed person, Personality: ISPT, Status: Consigliere, Name of Business: Кровавая ворона Mafia],  [Name: Yaniel Acosta, Age: 18, Gender: Male, Native Country: Cuban/Cuba, Strength: Gunner/Weaponist, Weakness: Still very young and prone to nativity, Personality: INTJ, Status: Mafia Henchmen, Name of Business: Кровавая ворона Mafia], and [Name: Igor Sokolov, Age: 23, Gender: Male, Native Country: Russian/Russia, Strength: Artilleries/Explosives, Weakness: Slightly Impulsive, Personality: ENTP, Status: Mafia Boss, Name of Business: Кровавая ворона Mafia]. In the アンカーされた criminal gang organization, there were also nine members; The three known members were Tsuki Chi, Ashur Ardolf, and Borai Seang. The rest were unknown. Tai Yang also read their transcripts, [Name: Tsuki Chi, Age: 22, Gender: Male, Native Country: Japanese/Japan, Strength: Swords master/Knives Specialist, Weakness: Physical Hand Injury, Personality: ISFJ, Status: Gang Leader, Name of Business: アンカーされた criminal gang organization], [Name: Ashur Ardolf, Age: 21, Gender: Male, Native Country: Syrian/Syria, Strength: Drugger/Artilleries/Explosives, Weakness: Stiff, Personality: ESTJ, Status: Soldier-Member, Name of Business: アンカーされた criminal gang organization], and [Name: Borai Seang, Age: 19, Gender: Male, Native Country: Cambodian/Cambodia, Strength: Medic/Hacker, Weakness: Vulnerability due to lack of offense skills, Personality: INTJ, Status: Medical Aid, Name of Business: アンカーされた criminal gang organization].