Chapter 1: Old Habits Die Hard

Bang!

A loud gunshot echoed throughout an abandoned warehouse as a man in a suit fell to his back life less. In front of man now dead was a tall muscular blonde middle aged with a full brown beard. He wore a black tank top and military pants.

in his left hand he gripped a cane with the top bring the face of a dragon while on his other hand was a M1911 which he dropped near the corpse after cleaning the fingerprimts with a small white face towel.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Sounds of the wind got stronger as a helicopter can be seen hovering over the entrance of the warehouse. The door silid opened and the blonde midddle aged man went in while getting greeted by a young black haired man with silver stripes on his hair wearing a white polo shirt and long black overcoat matching with his brown leather shoes.

"Welcome Director Shepherd." The young man said while closing the door of the helicopter as soon as Shepherd went in.

The blonde middle aged man looked at the young man with a stern stare and spoke with an commanding tone.

"Tell all of the Golden Tooth Mafia the Hanged Man has returned."

Immediately the young man took out his phone ready to call all of mafia.

Bang!

A bullet hit the side of the helicopter where the sniper who took the shot was in the warehouse. Currently with a confidet smirk in his face as he cocked back the rifle.

"Message sent." the man said after placing his hand on his earpiece.

1 month before.

Woodwind Street, April 7th, Tundor City.

In the busy police station of Tundor city sits a sleeping detective in his office where he naps with a book covering his face while his head raised up.

Knock! Knock!

His door was being knocked yet he didn't woke up at all. Soon a young officer went in and started to tap the detective's shoulder. Slowly the man removed the book off his face and closed it placing it on his desk standing up he tiringly asked.

"What?"

"Detective Martin the chief would like to see you." the young officer said.

Martin sighed and fixed the long black overcoat draped around his shoulders and went out his office towards the office across him. He went in without knocking and sat on the chair that was in front of the chief's desk.

"Alright old man why'd you call me here for?" Martin asked.

In front of him was a middle aged man in his late 40s to early 50s wearing the normal standard uniform but he also wore a coat.

"Well Edward this is about the Wyrm Howl Cult case." the chief said.

Sighing, Edward grabbed the file in front of him and opened it.

Victim Name: Oswald Parker

Age:32

Cause of Death: Crucifed to a cross up side down with slash marks all over his stomach

Date of Death: March 30th 2024

Location of Death: Basement area of an abandoned apartment complex in Thorton Street

The file had the name of the victim and image of the victim with a symbol etched on to his chest. The symbol was a wyvern's mouth eating a human and the symbol was quickly recognized by Edward.

"Well, it's the Wyrm Howl Cult for sure." Edward said.

Tossing the file back to the desk he stood up and fixed his overcoat again with his revolver sticking out of it's holster. Edward looked back at the chief and with a calm expressionless look spoke.

"I'll take the case and this time end it."

Soon after he went out the chief's office and went into the garage where a he went on a red motorbike. Driving out of the garage he head to the location of where the body was found in Thorton Street.

Passingby multiple cars he noticed a male figure standing on the rooftop of a tall hotel. Of course he nearly hit a car, but quickly swerved by it dodging it by a hair. Finally he arrived at the location of the apartment complex.

The apartment complex could be described in word just by looking at it. Creepy indeed it was very creepy from the broken windows, boarded up windows, lights flickering and even the doors boarded up.

"Perfect place for cult activity." Edward thought as he stared at the decrepit apartment complex in front of him.