[center][b]Rendezvous Crash[/b][/center]

Throughout the city, it seemed like there was nothing but thugs and drunks. How a society functioned in this manner was beyond Vologhn. This abject waste of intelligence and knowledge. Perhaps in the brightness of the Hub and the Library headquarters, he had grown ignorant of the rest of this world.

The guide eventually led them to a large empty mansion, filled with heavily armed men. Unlike the bottles and small knives the thugs in the city held, these men would prove to be a bigger threat should a fight break out. A much bigger threat. Many overconfident holders had died to a bullet through their head- a very common cause of death for Bishops and Rooks, in fact. After some negotiation, they were handed over to a guard that brought them into the main hall of the mansion. Rather than a residence, the place looked like a fort. 

The guard inquired about their identities and motive for coming here, but Bishop handled it perfectly with her position and acting. When the guard looked at him for an answer as well, Vologhn merely stared back with cold indifference. Unbeknownst to the mafia, he was already weaving a Spectral Web in the place. Soon, the entire building would become his trap, and the former occupants the prey.