Night Investigation – Young Wolf and the Black Raven's First Joint Operation
The silence in the bathhouse felt as if death itself were holding its breath.
The surface of the water still carried the dark shade of blood, and on the marble floor the burned mark of the chameleon beast‑man's seal was still visible.
Andras and the Black Raven stood facing each other — two masked figures, two different worlds, yet the same goal.
Finding the killer.
Dismantling the criminal organization.
Avenging the head of the Dolermo family.
Tracking the Clues
Vanessa — though Andras had not called her that yet — knelt on the marble and touched the chameleon's body with her fingertips.
"Poisoned dagger. Professional work. And the seal…"
She leaned closer.
"This is assassin‑guild technique. If they're exposed, they die. No confession. No betrayal."
Andras nodded.
"The seal was activated from outside. Someone was watching the attack."
The woman looked up at him.
"The employer."
Andras scanned the room with his left eye.
The stat‑lens traced faint heat signatures, magical residue, footprints.
The chameleon's path was clear:
it crawled on the ceiling,
hid in the steam,
entered through the back servant's door,
and would have escaped the same way if Andras hadn't stopped it.
"It came this way," Andras pointed toward the back corridor.
The Black Raven stood up.
"The servant entrance. The staff isn't checked. That's how it got in."
"And how it could have gotten out," Andras added.
The woman smiled behind her mask.
"Then let's go."
The Dark Corridor – Their First Joint Action
The bathhouse's back corridor was narrow and dark, the walls still glistening with condensed steam.
Only the soft dripping of water broke the silence.
Andras gestured for the woman to go ahead.
"You know the city better."
"And you're better at watching my back," Vanessa replied.
Her voice was playful, but her steps were silent as a cat's.
At the end of the corridor stood a door, half‑open.
The stat‑lens outlined faint traces:
three different sets of footprints,
a drop of blood,
and the remnants of a magical seal.
"Three of them," Andras said. "The chameleon was only one. Two others were watching."
Vanessa tightened her grip on the hilt of her dueling sword.
"Then it's not over yet."
Andras nodded.
"It's not."
The Tracks Lead Toward the City
Stepping out through the servant's door, the cool night air hit them. Moonlight cast a silver glow across the alley.
Fresh footprints marked the ground — the chameleon's companions had fled in a hurry.
Vanessa crouched and touched the tracks.
"Two men. Heavy steps. Armed. Not assassins. More like mercenaries."
Andras activated his future‑sight eye.
For a moment, a vision flashed:
a dark warehouse,
crates,
a guild seal,
a man giving orders,
and someone activating a magical seal.
The image faded.
"They went toward the harbor," Andras said. "To a warehouse. That's where their hideout is."
Vanessa looked up at him.
"How do you know?"
Andras smiled behind the mask.
"Instinct."
The woman let out a soft laugh.
"You're lying. But I like it."
The Alliance Is Forged
The two masked figures stood side by side in the alley.
The city was dark.
A cold wind blew from the harbor.
Shadows moved between the warehouses.
Vanessa stepped forward.
"If they're really at the harbor… then this isn't just an assassin guild. This is an entire criminal organization."
Andras nodded.
"And if we don't stop them, they'll kill again tomorrow."
The woman placed her hand on her sword.
"Then let's go. Wolfwood."
Andras stopped.
"How do you know who I am?"
Vanessa shrugged.
"Your movement. Your voice. Your magic. The city is full of rumors. And…"
She stepped closer.
"…you're not as good at disguising yourself as you think."
Andras laughed.
"I'll try to improve."
"I'll help you," Vanessa replied.
And the two masked figures set off toward the harbor.
The investigation had begun.
The criminal organization had no idea that two predators were now hunting them.
And in the dark night of the city, a new alliance was born:
The Black Raven and Young Wolf — the city's two secret vigilantes.
Harbor Night – Young Wolf and the Black Raven's First Infiltration
The city's harbor looked completely different at night.
The daytime bustle had been replaced by the slow slapping of waves, the creaking of ropes, and the distant thud of ships. Moonlight drew silver lines across the water, and long, threatening shadows stretched between the warehouses.
Andras and the Black Raven moved silently through the alleys.
Two masked figures, two different worlds — but now one goal.
Finding the criminal organization's hideout.
The Harbor Warehouse – The Clues Converge
Among the warehouses, only one building had a faint light shining through its cracks.
The walls were cracked, holes gaped in the roof — but two guards stood at the entrance, far too well‑armed to be simple warehouse watchmen.
Vanessa pressed herself against the wall and signaled to Andras.
"Two of them. Mercenaries. Not assassins."
Andras nodded.
"The chameleon's companions. I saw them in the future‑sight."
The woman glanced sideways at him.
"Your future‑sight… interesting ability."
"Useful. But not omnipotent," Andras replied quietly. "I couldn't stop the chameleon either."
Vanessa stepped closer.
Her voice was softer than before.
"It wasn't your fault. The seal… it was a pre‑planned execution. For anyone. Anywhere."
Andras fell silent for a moment.
Her words meant more than simple comfort.
"This girl… strong. And dangerously smart."
The Infiltration – Two Styles, One Goal
Vanessa drew her dueling sword.
The blade was thin as a needle, catching a reddish glint in the moonlight.
"I'll take the one on the left. You take the right."
Andras smiled behind the mask.
"You want to compete?"
"Only if you're afraid to lose."
The woman vanished into the darkness with a single silent motion.
Andras slipped to the other side.
From his ring, he summoned a short dagger — the blade black, light‑absorbing, perfect for stealth.
The two guards were chatting lazily.
"The boss said no one's allowed to come he—"
Vanessa swept behind them like a shadow.
One motion.
Her blade touched the man's throat — silent, swift, clean.
The other guard jerked his head up.
"What the—"
Andras appeared behind him and touched two fingers to his neck.
A small, concentrated lightning spark ran down his spine.
The man collapsed.
Vanessa looked back.
"Nice work."
"You're not doing badly either."
The woman smiled.
"Then let's go inside."
Inside the Warehouse – Traces of the Criminal Organization
The warehouse door creaked as they opened it.
Inside, dim light filled the space, and the air smelled of mold and blood.
Crates lined the walls:
weapons,
poisons,
chains,
shackles,
and sealed documents.
Vanessa stopped at one crate and opened it.
"Slave trafficking," she said coldly. "The missing children… women… men in the city… they all ended up here."
Andras clenched his fist.
"This isn't just an assassin guild. This is an entire network."
The woman nodded.
"And someone is getting very rich from it."
Andras scanned the warehouse with his left eye.
The stat‑lens traced faint magical residue.
The energy of the chameleon's seal was present here as well.
"They activated the seal from here," he said. "The murder was directed from this place."
Vanessa stepped closer.
"Then the employer… was here."
Andras nodded.
"And maybe still is."
The Trap – And Their First Joint Battle
Then a voice spoke from the darkness of the warehouse.
"You shouldn't have come here."
Five armed men stepped out from behind the crates.
Bandanas on their faces, daggers, chains, clubs in their hands.
Vanessa stepped forward, raising her dueling sword.
"Five against two? Not very fair."
Andras smiled.
"But it works for us."
The men charged.
Vanessa moved like a dancer — graceful, fast, deadly precise.
With each motion of her blade, another attacker fell.
Andras used lightning magic:
a lightning strike to the chest,
an electric touch to the arm,
a quick kick,
a dagger‑parried blow.
The two masked figures moved in perfect harmony.
Vanessa was the master of fast, precise, needle‑like strikes.
Andras was the tactical genius of lightning‑quick reflexes and magic.
Within minutes, all five men lay on the ground.
Vanessa smiled behind the mask.
"You fight well, Wolfwood."
"You're not bad either, Raven."
The woman stepped closer.
"So now we're officially… partners?"
Andras nodded.
"From now on, yes."
At that moment, a door creaked in the depths of the warehouse.
Someone was fleeing.
Vanessa snapped her head up.
"The employer!"
Andras was already running.
"Let's catch them!"
The investigation had just become truly dangerous.
And it had only just begun.