Rem arrived at The Boss's location and immediately knew something was up. There was no one out front. The Boss ran a barber shop as a front for his illegal operations, and none of the barbers nor their fake clients were there. The shop was empty, even though the open sign was still flashing. Rem took out the pistol now, something was definitely up. As he got further in the shop he felt the magic. It was all over everything. Like a magic bomb had gone off, it was residual meaning he probably missed the big show, but it was definitely still there and so he cautiously approached The Boss's office.
Everyone was dead inside, they had been violently thrown around the room with the Boss himself pinned to the wall and his insides removed. Whatever magical force had done this lingered on every surface, almost as if magic itself has rebelled and attacked the men. Rem didn't feel safe there. He felt like he was being watched even though everyone was dead and the room wasn't big enough for someone to hide. This feeling was only emphasized when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Remle Crowe." He didn't turn around the voice was a harsh whisper, but it carried malice in just saying his name.
"If I said no would you not do what you want to do."
"No."
"Why spoil a perfect day, yeah I'm Remle, though I go by Rem."
"Well Rem, are you going to come quietly or in pieces?"
"If I get the choice I'd prefer quietly." He felt the syringe hit his neck and then the world went black. Rem's last though was "why ask if you were going to drug me anyway?"
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