MONDAY

"And Suzy is the winner of the world hot dog eating championship! Let's all hear it for our little blonde small town girl!" The announcer shouts which is followed by a roaring crowd.

Not even feeling full, you wipe the mayonnaise off your lips, graciously stand up and bow for your adoring fans. The grossly fat dude on your right looks at you in disbelief and then turns away to puke in a bucket.

Meanwhile the little Asian dude on your left just shakes his head wondering how the hell you could've beaten him.

"I don't understand it...all my training. I glanced over at you during the contest...you...you were barely even chewing! How?" He asks.
"Oh just natural talent at swallowing hot dogs I suppose." You reply humbly and wink at the audience, which continues to praise you.

While you're blowing kisses at your fans, the announcer of the contest speaks again.

"And as an extra special reward, our glorious host of this event, Misty will be coming soon to congratulate our winner in person. This hasn't happened in decades! Perhaps even centuries! It's all just so exciting! Oh wait...I think that's Misty now!"

At this point the wind begins to pick up significantly, which is amazing since this contest was taking place in an indoor stadium. The audience seems to be going even wilder, but at this point you're getting a little concerned.

Your concern becomes fear when the fat bastard to your right melts into a gory pile of goo, the Asian guy's head gets really large like in one of those anime cartoons and he screams before running away shouting about Tokyo getting destroyed by a giant lizard.

You look back at the audience and see that they've begun stripping off their clothes and embracing each other in the biggest orgy you've ever seen. (Even larger than that porno you watched one time)

The roof suddenly comes off the stadium revealing a dark sky with a jet black swirling hole above.

"And here comes Misty folks! It's absolutely...GLORIOUS." The disembodied voice says as its pitch changes to demonic tone.

You can't run, you can't even move, you just stare at this unearthly sight like a deer in the headlights completely frozen.

You see the flash of a couple red glowing orbs in the black hole above you and then the wind picks you up and you're being pulled towards it.

"COME TO ME SUZY. COME TO US. COME. COME. COME..." A deep voice echoes all around you which is backed up by the audience who are chanting along with having their orgy.

You vainly try to struggle, but there isn't much you can do accept uselessly flail about in midair as you are slowly enveloped by darkness. Even when you try to scream, you make no sound, in fact all your senses go numb and everything goes black.

You are then awakened by the ringing of your phone. At first you look around briefly still wondering if you're still levitating towards a black hole, but you breathe a sigh of relief that it was all just a dream.

However, even though you're wide-awake, you still feel shaken up. Something about that dream seemed really unnerving and you usually aren't one to put much stock into your dreams.

The ringing of the phone takes priority before dream analysis though, so after fumbling with it a bit you answer it.

"Hey I've been trying to get a hold of you. We're you still asleep?" Bobby asks.
"Yeah, are you outside the house already?" You answer.
"Nah, I'm on my way over. I hope you're packed and ready to go though, because it's nuts out here. I know you don't tend to leave the house much, but if you've been out lately, you'd know it's been getting fucking crazy in town. Seriously, you'll see how fucked up it is out there when we drive through town. The cops are everywhere, groups of people are rioting, like I said, it's a mess. Okay, I need to focus on the road, there's a meat wagon picking up some bodies off the road. I'll see you soon. Love you." Bobby says and hangs up.

As you take a quick shower before getting ready to leave, you think more about your strange dream. You wonder if it was some sort of subconscious thing that your mind was telling you that this move is a bad idea. You have to admit, you still are feeling very unsure about it, especially now that Bobby has told you that you're moving into an isolated compound with not just his immediate family, but a bunch of other family that could be even crazier.

Still, this could just be mostly anxiety of leaving a place where you've traditionally always felt safe and lived most of your life combined with a freaky dream. Bobby did say you could leave if you weren't comfortable there, so you're trying to not to focus on the possible negatives.

You try to calm your nerves the old fashioned way and think about Bobby the entire time.

Exiting the shower, getting dressed and grabbing your packed bags, you finally leave your basement. You packed as much as you could, hopefully you can return to get the rest later.

You head upstairs and you're not waiting long before you hear a knock on the door. Upon answering it, you see Bobby who embraces you with a hug and a kiss.

"By Tiamat, I've missed your body against mine." Bobby says caressing you all over.
"I never would have guessed. I have missed your touch as well though Bobby. Let me just get my bags."

You turn around and bend over to grab your bags and that's when Bobby grabs you around the waist and if it wasn't for the fabric separating the two of you, he'd also be inside you. It's startling enough that you probably would've lost you balance had Bobby not been holding on to you so tightly.

"What the hell? Sheesh Bobby, I nearly fell forward on my face!"
"You wouldn't have, I got you. Mmm, I just can't help myself, I just..." At this point Bobby starts kissing on your neck and groping you.
"Bobby, Bobby, stop. My brother Peter is still here in the connected garage. Last thing I need is for him to hear us and then suddenly walk in on me getting plowed from behind. Besides, didn't you say it's getting crazy out there? Shouldn't we be getting the hell out of town?"
"Yeah, it's wonderfully chaotic out there. Like Tiamat herself has blessed this town. It really started putting me in the mood and then seeing you...well how can I not want to make love to you in the midst of all this chaos?"

Bobby at this point is trying pull your shirt off over your head and you hear the sound of a zipper being unzipped, though with as excited as he is, you dare say it could just impale you through his pants. He's grunting, slobbering all over your neck and sniffing your hair and...well he REALLY wants you right now.

This isn't really what you had in mind and something about the way Bobby is behaving is a bit...animalistic. He's never been that way in your other intimate encounters with him. Well not excessively so at any rate.

Also, you HAVE been fighting for awhile, and it's sort of presumptuous of him to just think you're going to spread your legs immediately because you're on good terms again.

Then again, this is sort of turning you on right now, and it has been awhile for you. (By something not battery operated or your own hands at least)
> You stop Bobby
You might be Bobby’s girlfriend, but you’re not his fuck toy. You’re not going to just give in because he happens to be horny right now.

“Bobby, fucking STOP! Seriously! I’m not in the mood!” you say and pull yourself away from his arms.

At first he look hurt by your rejection, then his face turns to one of anger.

“What the fuck? I thought we were back together?!” Bobby exclaims.
“Exactly! We JUST got back together! I mean we got a lot of shit to talk about before we can just hop in the sack again!”
“Are you fuckin’ kidding…Suzy I just told you that you don’t need to worry about Diana if that’s what you’re still on about!”
“It’s not just about her, but that’s certainly part of it. It’s about not treating me like some glory hole because your dick’s hard!”
“Suzy, you know that’s not even the fucking case. And since when are you not into me being affectionate with you? Shit, you were probably splittin’ the kitten and thinking about me before I even came over here! Now maybe YOU can turn your feelings on and off, but I genuinely missed you! Excuse me if I want to express that in a physical way!”
“Bobby, I can’t turn my feelings on and off, and this isn’t one sided. I missed you too, but we still have things to work out before we can just continue as normal.”

At this point Bobby rubs his hands over his face.

“(Sigh) You know what…fine. I’m not arguing with you. Play your little game. Let’s just get your shit and get over to the compound.”

Bobby’s obviously mad about not getting any sex from you, but at least he isn’t pointing out how you should “give it up” because he’s helping you out or something similar.

Bobby grabs some of your bags and you grab the rest and the pair of you leave out the front door. Bobby silently loads your bags in the van and the pair of you gets in equally as silent.

You break up the silence by mentioning how crazy the town seems as you drive through it. And it is pretty crazy. You’re seeing police cars, fire trucks, ambulances and large groups of people fighting. This has to be the liveliest this town has ever been.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding about it being nuts out here.” You say.
“Yeah.” Bobby says.

You don’t say anymore since it seems like he’s content on sulking, but then he surprises you.

“Look, I’m sorry for being an aggressive asshole back there. I just got overly excited I guess.” Bobby says.
“Well I suppose I can’t blame you, I am pretty hot.” You say which causes a smile between the both of you.

“And I want to say, I’m really glad you’re helping me out by letting me move in with you.” You say.
“Don’t even mention it. I mean I would’ve wanted you to move in sooner…well anyway it’s probably best we’re doing this now. This compound is a lot bigger. You’ll be happy to know you can have perfect solitude to yourself and not be bothered by anyone.”
“Nice.” you respond.
“And you’re right, we probably do have a lot to talk about and we can do that and address all your concerns when we get there. We’ll work everything out.” Bobby says and smiles again with an optimistic tone.

For a moment there’s another pause of silence and you think about how Bobby is a pretty great boyfriend in the scheme of things. So you come to a decision.

“So…you want a blowjob?” you ask.
“What?” Bobby says being caught completely off guard.
“Well I can see from here you’re fidgeting with your man parts every two seconds while driving. That either means you got some severe issues with your underwear or you’re still horny.”
“My underwear is fine.”
“Well that pretty much leaves one option. So you want one or not?”
“I always want a blowjob, but now? I mean the streets are pretty fucking crazy right now and I’m trying to concentrate on the road.”
“Well you’re not concentrating completely on the road now, because you’re still groping yourself.” You say.
“What about all that stuff about not being a fuck toy?” Bobby asks.
“Oh that was when you all over me, this is different because it’s my idea.” You say.
“…I’m not even going to argue with your female logic, I’m just going to say yes.” Bobby responds.

“Smart boy.” You say with a smile and slowly slide over to Bobby and start unzipping his pants. Fortunately there’s enough room for your head so you aren’t going to be constantly hitting the back of it against the steering wheel.

Considering Bobby’s pretty ready as soon as you pull it out, you get right to it and start doing what…well one of the many things Bobby loves you for. You focus on the job at hand and you can hear Bobby making some sounds of enjoyment as you really start to get into it.

Any other time, this probably would’ve been a nice little thing for Bobby and probably a way for you to gain leverage in the next disagreement the pair of you would have inevitably had in a future about something. Blowjobs are the keystone to any successful relationship after all.

However this probably wasn’t the best time to showcase your dick sucking skills.

As you’re deep throating Bobby into ecstasy, he’s having an incredibly hard time paying as much attention to the road. Normally he probably wouldn’t have been an issue in this normally sleepy town, but with as crazy as the streets are right now, he doesn’t see the fire truck barreling down the side street and smashing right into his side

Bobby’s van is hit with great force and actually topples over twice. In the process you end up biting Bobby’s dick off and choking on it. Bobby is somewhat lucky in that he was knocked unconscious on impact, but he’s not going to survive long due to several severe wounds and that’s not even including his dick getting bit off.

You’re also in no condition to even move now due to several broken bones, and your last moments are gasping for breath with a dismembered dick lodged in your throat.


You are Ben Higgins, a person of no consequence living in the town of Van Hove. The town was large but not big enough to be a city, not that it matted to you since your world is mainly your home and the small yard around it. For most of your life the idea of going out into the world made you uncomfortable, along with the idea of social interaction. Of course when the situation called for it, like getting food or mailing a letter at the post office, you could handle it no problem, but you found it joyless and were glad when it was over. In addition you rarely watched TV or even the news on the internet, unless it was happening on your property it didn't affect you or at least that's what you believe. As for money you work from home on your computer fixing problems on other people's computers via remote desktop connections. The company you work for pays enough so you have enough food and pay the bills. What is most important is that they leave you alone while you work.

Your little sister Victoria says you do want to go out and do more, but you're afraid. Victoria is your main source of social interaction and the only person who have any real connection to. Several years ago, your parents died in a car crash and Victoria has been living with you ever since. The two of you get along for the most part, you have the same squabble that all siblings have but you genuinely care for each other. It's summer now and in the fall Victoria is leaving for college, which is going to leave you more alone than ever. Oh sure, she is going to visit and stay here between semesters, but you know this is the beginning of her going off to forge her own path and living her own life, something you never got around to doing.

Alas you are happy for her and would never want to hold her back. Certainly you would not want her to live the same dull and somewhat depressing existence you have. You do wonder if she is right and you do want to go out in the world and make friends but the fear is simply more than you can handle, while giving up and crawling back into bed is just too easy. If Victoria is right then what exactly are you afraid of? Not being able to fit in, or perhaps it's the shear unpredictably of life. It doesn't make a difference as you have no plans on changing your lifestyle in the foreseeable future.

You wake up late one morning, planning on spending the day working, you head into the narrow hallway and into the kitchen. The kitchen is cramped and needs to be cleaned soon, as you brush crumbs off the kitchen table you notice something is off. It's relatively quiet, normally when you get up Victoria is making noise doing one thing or another. She can't still be asleep, she was always an early bird, maybe she is feeling ill, you decided to check on her as you head back into the hallway and knock on her bedroom door.

"Vic, you alright?" You call out while knocking.

No response, you open the door just a tad to peek in and see her bed is empty. After this discovery you head back into your room and grab your cell phone off your dresser. There are no text messages or voicemail, Victoria always leaves one when she heads out. You send her text asking where she is. Several minutes pass and there is no reply. Victoria is glued to that phone and she always responds quickly, even though it's usual a text to stop bugging her. You begin to worry, but perhaps you're being overprotective. Your sister is an adult and unlike you has a life, although this is a big departure from her usual behavior. Her best friend is Moira Estacado, she owns the bar and restaurant "Moira's" located in the center of town. Maybe she would know where your sister is, or you could search Victoria's room, there might be something there you could find.
> You go to Moira's
Moira Estacado is Victoria's best friend and a mother figure to her since your mother died. She's a bit older then Victoria which made her instantly cool in your sister's eyes. The fact that she owned a bar and restaurant just increased the cool factor. Personally, you can't stand her, she's obnoxious, annoying and in general a pain. Vic tries to explain that Moira likes to tease and it's just harmless fun, but you aren't convinced. Still if there is someone who would know where sister is it's her. You leave your house and get into your car noticing that the rust on the hood is beginning to spread.

A bit of drive later you arrive at Moira's, it's still early, but you know she will be there. Moira is very dedicated to the bar and restaurant, always making sure it is running smoothly and her workers aren't slacking off. She spends as much time there as you spend secluded in your house. There is plenty of parking as it's too soon for the lunch crowd. After parking your car near the front you head in and see the waiter and hostess talking to each other, not expecting a customer so soon after opening. They seem a bit puzzled by your presence and attempt to interact with you, but you're focused on asking to Moira about Victoria and ignore them. You spot her at the bar cleaning a glass, her shoulder length red hair makes her stand out easily. She notices you approaching and a mischievous smile appears on her face.

"Well look who decided to crawl out from under a rock," Moira greeted. Her attitude was already getting under your skin, but you had to see if she knew about Victoria.
> You say "Hello Moira, nice to see you"
"Hello Moira, nice to see you," You manage to say without showing how annoyed you are at her greeting.

"Wow, who are you and what have you done with Ben?" Moira responded, getting you more annoyed.  "I mean not only did you leave your house, but you're talking without sounding like a dick."

"Look, I can't find Victoria, can you tell me where is she, she's not answering her phone and I just want to make sure she's alright."

"Will you relax, she's probably still at Steve's house, they left here together last night."

"Who the hell is Steve?"

"You mean you don't know, wow just wow, Victoria always said you were a bit obvious to things, but I didn't know it was to the point where she can date a guy for a month and you remain completely clueless."

The mention of Victoria having a boyfriend caught you off guard. You're pretty sure Victoria never mentioned him, maybe she was worried you'd get upset or maybe simply she never told you because you never asked. Are you really that withdrawn? Now is not the best time to worry about this, it's better stay focused on finding her.

"Are you sure she's there?" You ask.

"I'm not positive but it makes sense, last night Victoria was here for a bit then Steve came and picked her up, I assume she spent the night there since she isn't at your house," Moira explains.

"Why would she spend the night there?"

"Jesus, are you really that socially inept, do I really have to explain why she would spend the night at her boyfriend's house?"

You ponder for a second and then as the realization hits you, a look of disgust appears on your face.
> You ask where Steve lives
"Please, I need to know where Steve lives so I can check on Vic," You plead.

"Alright, since you're actually making an effort to be pleasant, he lives on 48 Kerr Road, but you didn't here that from me," Moira reveals.

"Thanks Moira," you say as you quickly head out.

You get into your car and drive off to Kerr Road. You know where it is since you use it to reach the grocery store in town. As you approach the house, you notice there is a car in the driveway blocking any other car from using it. In addition there is no parking on this street, forcing you to go to the supermarket, use their parking lot and then walking several blocks back to the house.  You get quite annoyed of how complicated this is becoming but you need to make sure everything is OK with Victoria.

When you're back on Kerr Road. You walk up Steve's house and ring the doorbell. A few minutes go by with no response, as you go to ring the bell again, you notice that near the door knob are scratch marks. Looking close you see that the wooden frame surrounding the door is damaged near the knob and the lock is broken, somebody had broken in. Worried about your sister you rush into the house.

"Victoria!" You shout but there is no response.

As you run down the foyer you notice out of the corner of your eye someone sitting in a lounge chair in a room to the right. You walk in to talk to this man when you notice that his throat is slit and a "W" is carved into their chest. You need to get out of here now!
> You run out front door
In a panic you run back into the foyer and head out the front. At the same time the police have arrived and quickly get out of their cars to draw their guns on you.

"Get the fuck on the ground!" One screams at you.

They completely ignore you as you try to explain what happened and that you didn't kill the man in there. They handcuff you quickly and place you in the back of one of the cruisers. You later learn that the dead man is Steve, Victoria's boyfriend and spend the next several days in a jail cell. Finally you're let go since there is no evidence that you killed him, but soon that doesn't matter, as upon being released you learn the police have found Victoria's body.


"Please, I need to know where Steve lives so I can check on Vic," You plead.

"Alright, since you're actually making an effort to be pleasant, he lives on 48 Kerr Road, but you didn't here that from me," Moira reveals.

"Thanks Moira," you say as you quickly head out.

You get into your car and drive off to Kerr Road. You know where it is since you use it to reach the grocery store in town. As you approach the house, you notice there is a car in the driveway blocking any other car from using it. In addition there is no parking on this street, forcing you to go to the supermarket, use their parking lot and then walking several blocks back to the house.  You get quite annoyed of how complicated this is becoming but you need to make sure everything is OK with Victoria.

When you're back on Kerr Road. You walk up Steve's house and ring the doorbell. A few minutes go by with no response, as you go to ring the bell again, you notice that near the door knob are scratch marks. Looking close you see that the wooden frame surrounding the door is damaged near the knob and the lock is broken, somebody had broken in. Worried about your sister you rush into the house.

"Victoria!" You shout but there is no response.

As you run down the foyer you notice out of the corner of your eye someone sitting in a lounge chair in a room to the right. You walk in to talk to this man when you notice that his throat is slit and a "W" is carved into their chest. You need to get out of here now!
> You find a back exit
You run out of the room and head towards the back of the house hoping to find a back way out. At the end of the foyer is a glass sliding door that is already opened, whoever killed that man must have taken the same route. You dash outside and find yourself in the backyard. Still running at full speed you reach the chain-link fence surrounding the perimeter and are able to jump over it. As you jump you hear the sounds of sirens, the police have arrived at the house. You run across a few more yards before you feel you're a safe enough distance away and begin to walk back to the super market. You can only hope no one saw you enter or leave Steve's house.

After making your way back home, you head into your room and sit at your computer. You begin searching for the internet for clues on who murdered the man back in Steve's house. You search for "murder victims with W carved in them" and along with seeing several graphic photos, you learn it is the MO of a crime lord named "Westfield". Further searching and you find a web page explaining who this "Westfield" is:

Real name: Unknown

Alias: Westfield

Crimes believed to have committed or involved with: murder, human trafficking, drug trafficking, drug dealing, armed robbery, illegal gambling and extortion

Bio: Westfield runs a gang simply called "Westfield's gang", operates in several counties but base of operation is believed to be in Van Hove. One of the gang's most famous MO's is carving a "W" on the body of people murder by them. Due to real name and appearance being unknown, rumors of West actually being several people have circulated along with rumors that several high ranking members of the Van Hove police are on Westfield's payroll, hence the lack of progress on catching or even identifying the crime lord. Van Hove Police have denied these allegations and internal investigations have turned up no evidence.

You turn off the computer. While the details aren't clear you know that Westfield is connected to your sister's disappearance. Calling the police would be the most logical choice, but if the rumors about some of them on Westfield's payroll are true, you could put yourself and Victoria in danger. A second option is to do an independent investigation, Victoria used to have a friend named Sophie Glass, their friendship ended when Sophie developed a drug problem and got involved in the seedy underworld where Westfield would reside. It's extremely dangerous, but being under the police's radar might save Victoria.
> You call the police
Trying to find your sister and possibly going up against a wanted criminal would be suicide. Corrupt or not calling the police is the more logical thing to do. You pull out your cell phone and call 911

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator on the other end inquiries.

"My sister is missing and I think Westfield murdered her boyfriend," You answer.

"I need your name, sister's name and sister's boyfriend name."

"I'm Ben, Ben Higgins, my sister is Victoria Higgins and her boyfriend's name is Steve, I don't know his last name."

"What's your address?"

"219 Okonedo Street."

"Alright, I'm sending someone over."

Several minutes later a police car pulls into your driveway shortly followed by a knock at the door. You open the door to find a young women with light brown hair in a bun and eyes also light brown. You would find her pretty if wasn't for the serious look on her face.

"Hello, I'm detective Carla Northcutt are you Ben Higgins?" She questions you with a no non-sense demeanor.

"I am, come on in," you respond in a direct way.

The detective walks in and turns her attention back to you.

"I got to admit, I'm a bit confused here, you called in saying your sister is missing her boyfriend has been murdered and you think the notorious Westfield is behind it, do you mind telling me in detail what happened?"
> You tell the truth
"When I woke this morning my sister was missing, I waited around a bit for her to come home, around two I went to see her best friend Moria to see if she knew, it turned she had a boyfriend so I went to his house to see if she was there, the lock on the door was broken and I walked in, I found who I believe was Steve sitting in a chair with his throat slit and a 'W' carved in his chest, I freak out, ran out the back door, I heard police sirens but I had parked a couple of blocks away at a grocery store so I assume they didn't notice me and then I came home, when I learned that the W was a trademark of a violent criminal named Westfield I called you", You tell honestly.

Carla gives you an odd look, as if trying to figure out what you said was the truth or not. After a few moments the look goes away. "I believe you," She decides.

"You do?" You respond somewhat surprised.

"I deal with liars all day, I've developed a talent for sniffing out lies, and I can tell you're being honest."

"So is this Westfield behind my sister's disappearance?"

"All evidence points to that, we should-"

Carla stops in the middle of her sentence. You hear the sound of footsteps approaching the front door.

"Get to the back of the house!" Carla demands.

"What's going-"

"Go!"

You sprint to your bedroom while Carla follows. "Stay the fuck down!" she continues to order.

You quickly hide under your desk as you hear the sound of your front door being kicked in. Footsteps get close to the bedroom as Carla pins herself against the wall adjacent to the wall. A man with a gun walks in, completely unaware of Carla, he still fails to notice her as she points her gun at his head and pulls the trigger.  Your stomach is immense pain due to the combination of fear and the site of seeing the man's brains getting blown off. A second set of footsteps is heard outside.

"I know you're out there asshole" Carla yells.

"Detective Northcutt, there is no need to worry, I'm under strict orders to bring you in alive, Ben if you're in there, the same goes for you," The man calls out from the hallway.

Carla steps back and turns facing the wall. She points her gun at it and fries through it, you hear the sound of the man scream and then a thud. "These fuckers never seem to realize walls aren't bulletproof," Carla states.

Slowly you emerge from out under the desk. "What the fuck is going on?" You yell.

"Calm down, Ben"

"Don't tell me to be calm, my sister is missing, there are bullet holes on my wall and two fucking corpses in my house."

Carla walks over and grabs you by the shoulders. "Those were Westfield's men, when you called in about the murder, your sister disappearing and that you believed Westfield was behind it, I took the case so that an officer on his payroll couldn't get to you first, however someone in the department tipped him off where I was and what I was doing, so those thugs were sent to deal with me and you as well since you're a lose end, now right now you're the only person I know who is on my side and I need you to get a grip."

You take a deep breath and recompose yourself.
> You say "Westfield has cops on his side?"
"Westfield has cops on his side?"

"Yes, it's an open secret, when I became a detective, some of the officers tried to convince me to join their team, I didn't and then they tried to convince me not to interfere with anything related to Westfield's gang, I didn't and they responded by making sure I got shit assignments and never moved up in the force, that didn't stop me from trying to bring this monster down, you're lucky I was able to respond that call, another hour and my shift would've been over and who knows what would've happened to you, anyway I guess that was the last straw for them, so they sent those goons to kill me and you as a loose end"

"Why not go to FBI? You suggest. "There has to be someone high enough up who isn't on the take."

"It would just be their word against mine, there's more than enough of them to portray me as some overworked paranoid detective, destroying any credibility I have, even if the FBI where to do an investigation they wouldn't find anything because they don't want to find anything, it's always been easier to pretend a problem doesn't exist then actually fix it."
> You say "What about Steve's murder?"
"What about Steve's murder?" You wonder.

"Homicide won't get anywhere with that case, if a cop isn't being paid off, then they are most likely scared shitless of the ones who are, that 'W' that is carved on Steve isn't a trademark, it's a message to the police to back the fuck off," Carla points out.


Trying to find your sister and possibly going up against a wanted criminal would be suicide. Corrupt or not calling the police is the more logical thing to do. You pull out your cell phone and call 911

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator on the other end inquiries.

"My sister is missing and I think Westfield murdered her boyfriend," You answer.

"I need your name, sister's name and sister's boyfriend name."

"I'm Ben, Ben Higgins, my sister is Victoria Higgins and her boyfriend's name is Steve, I don't know his last name."

"What's your address?"

"219 Okonedo Street."

"Alright, I'm sending someone over."

Several minutes later a police car pulls into your driveway shortly followed by a knock at the door. You open the door to find a young women with light brown hair in a bun and eyes also light brown. You would find her pretty if wasn't for the serious look on her face.

"Hello, I'm detective Carla Northcutt are you Ben Higgins?" She questions you with a no non-sense demeanor.

"I am, come on in," you respond in a direct way.

The detective walks in and turns her attention back to you.

"I got to admit, I'm a bit confused here, you called in saying your sister is missing her boyfriend has been murdered and you think the notorious Westfield is behind it, do you mind telling me in detail what happened?"
> You lie
"My sister's best friend, Moira Estacado called me and said that she heard Steve had been murdered and had a 'W' carved on him, the trademark of Westfield, I got worried because my sister had spent the night there and now she isn't answering her cell phone," You fabricate.

"I find that hard to believe since the police haven't told the media about Steve's murder just yet," Carla informs you.

"I also find it difficult that your sister's friend knew anything since the only person outside the police who knew a neighbor that called in and reported a person breaking into Steve's house, they sure as shit didn't know he was killed let alone the fact that someone carved a 'W' on him," Carla continues as she shoots down your story.

"Something I would believe, is that a person who didn't like the person their sister was dating would decide to murder them and try to frame it a crime lord," The detective deducts.

"I had nothing to do with Steve's death, why would I call the police if I did?" You try to defend yourself.

"People never think these things through, you know I took this case because I really thought it was connected to Westfield and this was a chance to bring him down but now I see you've just wasted my time," Carla concludes, "Why don't we go to the police station and perhaps there you can tell me what really happened, now are you going to be cooperative or difficult?"

"Fine, we'll do it your way," You submit.

Carla walks behind you and handcuffs your hands behind your back. "This is the smartest thing you've done all day" Carla says as she takes by the arm and leads you outside. As you leave the house, you spot a black sedan stopping in front of the house. Two armed get out and turn their attention towards you and Carla. The detective immediately pulls her gun out and shots at them. The first one goes down with a shot to the head while the second one returns fire. Carla fires at him, hitting him several times in the torso. Her victory is short lived as you've been hit in the chest during the shooting and fall to the ground. Carla runs to her police cruiser to call an ambulance, but you're already dead by then.


You run out of the room and head towards the back of the house hoping to find a back way out. At the end of the foyer is a glass sliding door that is already opened, whoever killed that man must have taken the same route. You dash outside and find yourself in the backyard. Still running at full speed you reach the chain-link fence surrounding the perimeter and are able to jump over it. As you jump you hear the sounds of sirens, the police have arrived at the house. You run across a few more yards before you feel you're a safe enough distance away and begin to walk back to the super market. You can only hope no one saw you enter or leave Steve's house.

After making your way back home, you head into your room and sit at your computer. You begin searching for the internet for clues on who murdered the man back in Steve's house. You search for "murder victims with W carved in them" and along with seeing several graphic photos, you learn it is the MO of a crime lord named "Westfield". Further searching and you find a web page explaining who this "Westfield" is:

Real name: Unknown

Alias: Westfield

Crimes believed to have committed or involved with: murder, human trafficking, drug trafficking, drug dealing, armed robbery, illegal gambling and extortion

Bio: Westfield runs a gang simply called "Westfield's gang", operates in several counties but base of operation is believed to be in Van Hove. One of the gang's most famous MO's is carving a "W" on the body of people murder by them. Due to real name and appearance being unknown, rumors of West actually being several people have circulated along with rumors that several high ranking members of the Van Hove police are on Westfield's payroll, hence the lack of progress on catching or even identifying the crime lord. Van Hove Police have denied these allegations and internal investigations have turned up no evidence.

You turn off the computer. While the details aren't clear you know that Westfield is connected to your sister's disappearance. Calling the police would be the most logical choice, but if the rumors about some of them on Westfield's payroll are true, you could put yourself and Victoria in danger. A second option is to do an independent investigation, Victoria used to have a friend named Sophie Glass, their friendship ended when Sophie developed a drug problem and got involved in the seedy underworld where Westfield would reside. It's extremely dangerous, but being under the police's radar might save Victoria.
> You go see Sophie
The police can't be trusted, so it seems your only hope is a former drug addict. Even if Sophia is reliable you still have no idea how you're going to rescue your sister from the most wanted man in town. First thing however is finding where your sister is and then taking it from there. You remember when Victoria and Sophia were friends, they would hang out at Sophia's place at the Fuhrman Apartment Complex and as far as you knew she still lives there. You grab your car keys and head off to see her. Night is threatening to fall as you arrive at the apartment building. You head to the entrance and read the names on the intercom. One says "Unit 102: S.Glass", it looks Sophia still does live here and you push the intercom button.

"Yeah?" A groggy voice greets.

"Sophia, it's me Ben" You tell her.

"Ben who?"

"Ben Higgins, Victoria's brother"

"Oh, Ben, hang on a sec I'll let you in"

A second later you hear a buzzing sound and you enter the building. After walking up a set of stairs you reach apartment 102 and knock on the door. The door opens and you see Sophia standing in the doorway, she is around your age, but bags under eyes and lines on her face made her look older.

"Ben so good to see you, please come in" Sophia greets.

You walk into the small apartment and follow Sophia to sitting area in the back. There are two stuffed chairs across from each other that were once green but had faded badly and each had a few stains.

"Please have a seat," Sophia requests while pointing at one of the chairs.

You sit down one of the chairs while Sophia sits in the others.

"So what can I do for you Ben?"

"It's my sister Victoria, she's missing and I need your help in find her," You respond.

"I'm not sure how helpful I'll be, your sister and haven't spoken in years."

"I know she was taken by Westfield, because of your...past, I felt you'd know something,"

"You mean because I was a lowlife junkie, you thought I would have knowledge on other lowlifes."

"That's not what I meant."

"It sure as hell sounded like that's what you meant, and not only do you want information on any scumbag, you information on Westfield, the top dog, if you try to fuck with him he'll kill you and he'd kill me too for leading you to him."

"So you do know something."

"Why I should help you?"
> You bribe Sophie
You pull out your wallet and take out all the money you have in it.

"Look this all I have, it's yours if you tell me what you know," You offer.

"Do I look like some fucking whore?" Sofia angrily responds. "You don't talk to me for years and when you finally do, it's only because you want something, I think you should leave now."

You head out of Sophia's apartment feeling defeated, you always had trouble communicating with others and this visit was just another reminder of that. When you arrive back home, you decide to call the police. Despite the rumor of corruption you're out of options at this point. You take out your cell phone and call 911.

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator on the other end inquiries.

"My sister is missing and I think Westfield murdered her boyfriend" You answer.

"I need your name, sister's name and sister's boyfriend name"

"I'm Ben, Ben Higgins, my sister is Victoria Higgins and her boyfriend's name is Steve, I don't know his last name"

"What's your address?"

"219 Okonedo Street"

"Alright, I'm sending someone over"

Several minutes later a police car pulls into your driveway shortly followed by a knock at the door. You open the door to find a man in a police officer uniform with a buzz haircut.

"Hello I'm Sergeant Arthur Miller, are you Ben Higgins?" The police officer kindly asks.

"Yes I am, please come in," You respond.

As you turn around you hear the sound of a gun being cocked. You look behind you and see Sergeant Miller pointing his weapon at you. Without thinking you grab his hand to try to wrestle away the gun from him. During the struggle the gun goes off and the bullet goes through your abdomen, causing you go down to one knee.

"Fucking idiot," You hear the officer say as you collapse completely.


The police can't be trusted, so it seems your only hope is a former drug addict. Even if Sophia is reliable you still have no idea how you're going to rescue your sister from the most wanted man in town. First thing however is finding where your sister is and then taking it from there. You remember when Victoria and Sophia were friends, they would hang out at Sophia's place at the Fuhrman Apartment Complex and as far as you knew she still lives there. You grab your car keys and head off to see her. Night is threatening to fall as you arrive at the apartment building. You head to the entrance and read the names on the intercom. One says "Unit 102: S.Glass", it looks Sophia still does live here and you push the intercom button.

"Yeah?" A groggy voice greets.

"Sophia, it's me Ben" You tell her.

"Ben who?"

"Ben Higgins, Victoria's brother"

"Oh, Ben, hang on a sec I'll let you in"

A second later you hear a buzzing sound and you enter the building. After walking up a set of stairs you reach apartment 102 and knock on the door. The door opens and you see Sophia standing in the doorway, she is around your age, but bags under eyes and lines on her face made her look older.

"Ben so good to see you, please come in" Sophia greets.

You walk into the small apartment and follow Sophia to sitting area in the back. There are two stuffed chairs across from each other that were once green but had faded badly and each had a few stains.

"Please have a seat," Sophia requests while pointing at one of the chairs.

You sit down one of the chairs while Sophia sits in the others.

"So what can I do for you Ben?"

"It's my sister Victoria, she's missing and I need your help in find her," You respond.

"I'm not sure how helpful I'll be, your sister and haven't spoken in years."

"I know she was taken by Westfield, because of your...past, I felt you'd know something,"

"You mean because I was a lowlife junkie, you thought I would have knowledge on other lowlifes."

"That's not what I meant."

"It sure as hell sounded like that's what you meant, and not only do you want information on any scumbag, you information on Westfield, the top dog, if you try to fuck with him he'll kill you and he'd kill me too for leading you to him."

"So you do know something."

"Why I should help you?"
> You plead with Sophie
"Please Sophie, my sister needs you right now," You plead.

"Years ago I when needed her most, she turned her back on me instead of helping, so why shouldn't I do the same?" Sofia countered.

"The Sophie I remember, would always help someone in need even if the person had hurt her, she would never let someone suffer because she couldn't let go of a grudge."

The expression on Sophie's face softens after hearing this. "You're right, no one deserves to go through the hell that Westfield inflict on people, I'll help you try to find her".

"Thank you Sophie."

"If she was taken by Westfield, that most likely means he wants her to be one of his girls, and as far as I know there are two places where you can find them, a nightclub called Ellis and Hillside Apartments, which is actually a whorehouse."
> You say "Tell me about Ellis"
"Tell me about Ellis," You request.

"Ellis is a bar, but it's also a front for an illegal casino in the basement," Sophie explains.

"What makes you think my sister would be there?"

"They have girls who serve the gamblers drinks, but in actuality they are there to distract the gamblers so they will make mistakes, kind of like any regular casino, only in your sister's case they won't have to pay her and I can tell you from personal experience they will harm her if she acts defiant."

"They would kidnap her and force her to be a waitress?" You query. "That seems rather excessive"

"Working in a secret casino run by a crime lord is not exactly the kind of job you can put in the wanted ads, besides the free labor speaks for itself."
> You say "Tell me about Hillside Apartments"
"Tell me about Hillside Apartments," You request.

"It looks like an apartment building, but like I said it's a whorehouse" Sofia explains. "Guys will go inside, they tell the 'supervisor' what girl they want, hand over cash and are given an hour to fuck as much as they want, normally the girl gets a cut of the money she makes, but in your sister's case since she is being held against her will, they won't have to pay her shit, I heard rumors Westfield was losing money, I guess forcing people to do things against their will is a way to cut operating costs."


"Hello Moira, nice to see you," You manage to say without showing how annoyed you are at her greeting.

"Wow, who are you and what have you done with Ben?" Moira responded, getting you more annoyed.  "I mean not only did you leave your house, but you're talking without sounding like a dick."

"Look, I can't find Victoria, can you tell me where is she, she's not answering her phone and I just want to make sure she's alright."

"Will you relax, she's probably still at Steve's house, they left here together last night."

"Who the hell is Steve?"

"You mean you don't know, wow just wow, Victoria always said you were a bit obvious to things, but I didn't know it was to the point where she can date a guy for a month and you remain completely clueless."

The mention of Victoria having a boyfriend caught you off guard. You're pretty sure Victoria never mentioned him, maybe she was worried you'd get upset or maybe simply she never told you because you never asked. Are you really that withdrawn? Now is not the best time to worry about this, it's better stay focused on finding her.

"Are you sure she's there?" You ask.

"I'm not positive but it makes sense, last night Victoria was here for a bit then Steve came and picked her up, I assume she spent the night there since she isn't at your house," Moira explains.

"Why would she spend the night there?"

"Jesus, are you really that socially inept, do I really have to explain why she would spend the night at her boyfriend's house?"

You ponder for a second and then as the realization hits you, a look of disgust appears on your face.
> You demand to know where Steve is
You need to tell me where Steve is," You demand while rising your voice a bit.

"Now there's the Ben I know, but I don't think it's a good idea to have you go to his house while you're acting like an asshole, maybe when you learn proper etiquette I'll tell you," Moira says while clearly have too much fun with this conversation.

"Why are you doing this, you know going out and talking to people is not an easy thing for me to do and yet you decide to make it worse for me."

Moira seemed slightly bothered by this remark as if noticing she was beginning to take things a bit too far. "Alright, alright, I'll tell you what, you go home and in a bit I'll swing by Steve's house and let Victoria know you're concerned," She says in a softer tone.

"Fine," You reply as you turn around to head out.

Once back in your house, you sit at your kitchen table staring at your phone waiting for Victoria to respond. You're beginning to get impatient as you want to put this ordeal behind you and return to your regular routine. After waiting for almost an hour there is finally there is a knock at the door, it must be Victoria, you wonder why she didn't call, still you're glad this is over with. You walk up and open the front door only to find it's not Victoria, but Moira. Tears are flowing her eyes and her sclera's have turned red.

"Ben it's terrible," Moira bawls as she lets herself in your house. She puts her head on your shoulder as she begins sobbing uncontrollably.

"Moira, you need to calm down and explain to me what's wrong," You say, dreading finding out what caused Moira to act like this.

Moira lifts her head up off your shoulder and wipes her tears with her sleeve. You grab the mug that is the least dirty from a cabinet above the kitchen sink and fill it with water. You hand it to her as she sits down at the table, you take a seat opposite of her.

"Now Moira, I need you to tell me in a calm manner what happened?" You say politely but firmly.

Moira takes a sip out of the mug and begins to explain "I went to Steve's house and the police, they were...they were taking his body out, I think, think someone killed him," Moira begins crying again as you too begin to become overwhelmed with fear.

"What about Victoria?" You shout, instantly realizing that yelling at someone overcome with grief isn't the kindest thing to do.

"I don't know, she wasn't there if that's what you're asking," Moira answers before taking another sip of the water.

You take out your cell phone and call the police, hopefully they will able to find Victoria. "911, what is your emergency?" The voice on the other end inquiries.

"Yeah, um, I recently found out my sister's boyfriend has been murdered and I can't find her anywhere," You reply hoping that you don't come off as suspicious.

"What's your name, sister's name and her boyfriend's name?"

"Uh, my name is Ben Higgins, my sister is Victoria Higgins and her boyfriend's name is Steve."

"What's his last name?'

You have no idea, it most likely would've been smart to know this before you called. You turn your attention to Moira. "I need to know Steve's last name," You say rather impatiently, still the not best way to talk to someone who is somewhat traumatized.

"Upton," She informs you while still weeping a bit.

"His last name is Upton," you tell the operator.

"So your sister Victoria Higgins is missing and her boyfriend Steve Upton has been murdered?"

"That's about it."

"I need your address."

"219 Okonedo Street."

"Alright, I'm sending someone over." The operator hangs up and you really hope they don't think you're behind this. Moira has somewhat calmed down.

"Will they find Victoria?" Moira asks sounding worn out.

"I sure hope so" you say with obvious uncertainty in your voice.

Several minutes later a police car pulls into your driveway shortly followed by a knock at the door. You open the door to find a women slightly older then you with light brown hair in a bun and matching colored eyes. You would find her pretty if wasn't for the serious look on her face.

"Hello, I'm detective Carla Northcutt are you Ben Higgins?" She asks you with a no non-sense demeanor.

"I am, come on in," you respond in a direct way.

Carla walks in and sees Moira sitting at the kitchen.

"Who are you?" Carla begins questioning as if doing an integration

"I'm Moira Estacado, Victoria's my best friend you need to find her," Moira pleads while beginning to cry again.

Carla sits down at the table and turn her attention back to you, you figure she thinks you'll be easy to get information from. "So start from the beginning, from when you noticed your sister was missing to when you called the police."

"I woke up, found Victoria wasn't home, I tried to contact her phone, got no response, I went over to Moira's place, she said she was at her boyfriend's and would go over there to let her know I was worried, then Moira came over here saying Steve, Victoria's boyfriend is dead and then I called you."

Carla looks back at Moira with suspicion. "When did you notice Steve was dead, you called the police not long after the incident was reported and the news hasn't picked up the story yet," Carla quizzes in an accusing manner.

"After Ben came into my restaurant looking for Victoria, I offered to see if she was at Steve's house, about twenty minutes later I headed over there and saw police at the place and they were taking his body out on a stretcher, there was a sheet but a hand was sticking out and was wearing a ring that Steve always wears, I knew it was him," Moira explains before sobbing again.

You walk over to Moira and put your arm on her shoulder to comfort her. Carla stops looking at Moira with distrust, you guess she could tell Moira isn't the killing type. "Ben why didn't you just go to the house to check on your sister yourself?"

"I had recently found out Victoria had a boyfriend in the first place and Moira thought she should do it since she's better with dealing with people."

Carla doesn't look at you with same suspicion she had given Moira, you figure she knew you were telling the truth. "From what I know, I believe Steve was killed by Westfield's gang and it is most likely the gang is connected to Victoria's disappearance as well," Carla mentions.

"Who's Westfield?" You ask, completely puzzled.

Carla and Moira look at you as if they are unsure your question was serious or not. "You're telling me you've never heard of Westfield? The most wanted man in county if not the state," Carla's queries as her disbelief overpowers her seriousness.

"I don't get out much" You confess.

"Trust me he doesn't" Moira confirms.

"Westfield is a crime lord, illegal gambling, drug dealing, prostitution, armed robbery, human trafficking, extortion  and of course outright murder, Westfield's gang has done it all, the worst part is we don't know his real name, what he looks like or even if he is a he at all" Carla explains.
> You say "What makes you so sure this Westfield guy did it?"
"What makes you so sure this Westfield guy did it?" You ask Carla.

"His MO is that his gang carves a 'W' on their victims, which Steve had, Westfield wants people to know when he has someone killed." Carla reveals to you. Moira sobs upon hearing about this brutality.

"What's to prevent someone from doing the same thing and having look like Westfield has done it?" You continue with your questions.

"That would piss Westfield off and only an idiot would that" Carla says confidently.
> You say "What does this crime lord want with my sister?"
"What does this crime lord want with my sister?" You ask with grave concern.

"My theory at this point is Steve was the target and Victoria was at the wrong place at the wrong time, hopefully I'll be able to figure out why Steve was killed in the first place, I don't know what Westfield plans to do with her, rest assured I will do everything I can to find her," Carla says rather sure of herself.


Moira Estacado is Victoria's best friend and a mother figure to her since your mother died. She's a bit older then Victoria which made her instantly cool in your sister's eyes. The fact that she owned a bar and restaurant just increased the cool factor. Personally, you can't stand her, she's obnoxious, annoying and in general a pain. Vic tries to explain that Moira likes to tease and it's just harmless fun, but you aren't convinced. Still if there is someone who would know where sister is it's her. You leave your house and get into your car noticing that the rust on the hood is beginning to spread.

A bit of drive later you arrive at Moira's, it's still early, but you know she will be there. Moira is very dedicated to the bar and restaurant, always making sure it is running smoothly and her workers aren't slacking off. She spends as much time there as you spend secluded in your house. There is plenty of parking as it's too soon for the lunch crowd. After parking your car near the front you head in and see the waiter and hostess talking to each other, not expecting a customer so soon after opening. They seem a bit puzzled by your presence and attempt to interact with you, but you're focused on asking to Moira about Victoria and ignore them. You spot her at the bar cleaning a glass, her shoulder length red hair makes her stand out easily. She notices you approaching and a mischievous smile appears on her face.

"Well look who decided to crawl out from under a rock," Moira greeted. Her attitude was already getting under your skin, but you had to see if she knew about Victoria.
> You say "Where's Victoria?"
"Where's Victoria?" You say in a rather angry tone.

"Not even a hello, now why should I help someone who has no manners?" Moira asks.

"For Christ sake's Moira, can you stop being a bitch for one second and just tell me where Victoria is?" You shout as your patience runs out.

The other workers in the building have heard your outburst and now all eyes are on you. "I think it's time for you to leave, Ben."

Embarrassed and feeling like a jackass, you head out and drive back home. This incident will no doubt make going out in the future more difficult.  When you're back in the safety of your dwelling, you begin to calm down. You go to your bedroom, sit down on your computer and begin the work you were going to do today. Although you are still upset, working relieves your stress quite a bit. After several more hours Victoria still is missing and your concern now as some justification. After the incident at Moira's, you really don't feel like heading out but need to determine what you're going to do next.
> You call the police tomorrow morning
You decide to call the police in the morning. The rest of the day is combination of worry, anxiety and boredom. After the sunsets you go to bed. During the night you don't get much sleep during as you constantly check your phone to see if Victoria has contacted you. When morning arrives you dart out of bed and rush into Victoria's room not bothering to knock. Your worst fears are confirmed when you see her bed is still empty. With no other option you call the police.

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator on the other end inquiries.

"I'd like to report a missing person," You answer.

"What's your name sir?"

"Ben Higgins."

"Who is it that's missing?"

"My sister, Victoria Higgins."

"How old is she?"

"Twenty."

"How long has she been missing?"

"Since yesterday morning."

"So your sister Victoria Higgins has been missing since early yesterday?"

"That's about it."

"I need your address."

"219 Okonedo Street."

"Alright, I'm sending someone over."

The operator hangs up and you spend several minutes pacing back and forth until you notice a police car pulling into your driveway.  A few seconds later there is a knock at the door. You open the door to find a women slightly older then you with light brown hair in a bun and matching colored eyes. You would find her pretty if wasn't for the serious look on her face.

"Hello, I'm detective Carla Northcutt are you Ben Higgins?" She asks you with a no non-sense demeanor.

"I am, come on in," you respond in a direct way.

Carla walks into your kitchen as you notice she as a somewhat annoyed look on her face. It's hard to tell if she's annoyed at something in general or if this was her natural personality.

"So when did you last see your sister?" Carla begins her investigation.

"Two nights ago a friend of hers picked her up, Vic told me she was going out and would be back later, pretty much routine, the next day  I noticed she wasn't back and she hasn't responded to any texts or messages, this morning nothing had changed so I called the police," You bring Carla up to speed.

"You wouldn't happen to know where she went or who picked her up would you?"

"No I never really pried, she hates when I do that."

"I'd like to search her room."

You lead Carla to Victoria's room and open the door. The detective doesn't seem bothered by the mess and eyes Victoria's computer. "This might be able to help us," Carla suspects.

"I tried that yesterday, it's password protected," You point out.

Carla is undaunted as she sits at Victoria's desk and begins typing on the laptop, after several tries she manages to get past the login screen and gains access to Victoria's files. "Jackpot," Carla exclaims.

"How'd you do that?" You say with astonishment.

"The password was password," Carla explains.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I learned a long time ago it's better not to over think things, now I'm going to see what your sister's various social media pages can tell us," Carla browses through Victoria's various online accounts while you watch over her shoulder. One account has numerous photos and Carla begins looking through them. Most of the pictures are selfies, Victoria with various friends, even one with you and her. Suddenly one picture catches both you and Carla's attention, a picture of her kissing a man you don't recognize.

"Looks like somebody has a boyfriend," Carla says with the satisfaction of finding a break in the case.

"She never mention this to me," You say in a surprised and annoyed tone.

"Let's see who is, once I find a name I'll go pay him a visit and see what he knows about Victoria's whereabouts." Carla begins to read the comments of the photo in order to identify the man.

"You and Steve look SO cute together," one comment reads.

"Soon I'll be calling you Mrs. Upton," another comment says.

"His name is Steve...Upton I'm guessing, but yesterday there was...oh fuck!" Carla says as her tone goes from confidence to concern. She quickly gets up and turns to you.

"Now listen to me Ben, what I'm going to tell you isn't to make any sense, but you have to do exactly what I tell you if we are to have any chance of finding Victoria," Carla warns. "Yesterday a man named Steve Upton was found murdered in his home and I'm positive it's the same guy your sister was dating, I'm also positive that the person behind it also is behind Victoria's disappearance, the less you know the safer you'll be, I'm going to give you my card and call you if I find anything, do not under any circumstances call the police again."

Upon hearing this dozens of questions enter your mind but Carla quickly leaves the house before you can get answers for any of them. Something was going on and you're in the dark. You need to get more information but how exactly?
> You call the police for more information
Although Carla warned you not to call the police, she didn't tell you why, in fact she told you almost nothing at all.  There is no way you're going to accept not getting any answers. You take out your cell phone and call the police again.

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator on the other end inquiries once more.

"I'm Ben Higgins, I called a while ago about my sister being missing and the detective you assigned to investigate found out my sister's boyfriend has been murdered and then just ran off without telling me anything."

"Do you remember the name of the detective?"

"Carla Northcutt."

"I see...I'm going to sending another officer, he'll explain everything, I'd do it myself but it would take too long just hang in there for a few minutes until he arrives."

The operator hangs before you can ask any questions, this cloak and dagger is really beginning to bother you. True to the operator's word, another police car arrives in the driveway a few minutes later. You hurry over to the door hoping you'll soon get to the bottom of this. Opening the door to find a man in a police officer uniform with a buzz haircut, before a word is spoken he takes out his gun and shoots you right through the heart. You die with many questions left unanswered.


You decide to call the police in the morning. The rest of the day is combination of worry, anxiety and boredom. After the sunsets you go to bed. During the night you don't get much sleep during as you constantly check your phone to see if Victoria has contacted you. When morning arrives you dart out of bed and rush into Victoria's room not bothering to knock. Your worst fears are confirmed when you see her bed is still empty. With no other option you call the police.

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator on the other end inquiries.

"I'd like to report a missing person," You answer.

"What's your name sir?"

"Ben Higgins."

"Who is it that's missing?"

"My sister, Victoria Higgins."

"How old is she?"

"Twenty."

"How long has she been missing?"

"Since yesterday morning."

"So your sister Victoria Higgins has been missing since early yesterday?"

"That's about it."

"I need your address."

"219 Okonedo Street."

"Alright, I'm sending someone over."

The operator hangs up and you spend several minutes pacing back and forth until you notice a police car pulling into your driveway.  A few seconds later there is a knock at the door. You open the door to find a women slightly older then you with light brown hair in a bun and matching colored eyes. You would find her pretty if wasn't for the serious look on her face.

"Hello, I'm detective Carla Northcutt are you Ben Higgins?" She asks you with a no non-sense demeanor.

"I am, come on in," you respond in a direct way.

Carla walks into your kitchen as you notice she as a somewhat annoyed look on her face. It's hard to tell if she's annoyed at something in general or if this was her natural personality.

"So when did you last see your sister?" Carla begins her investigation.

"Two nights ago a friend of hers picked her up, Vic told me she was going out and would be back later, pretty much routine, the next day  I noticed she wasn't back and she hasn't responded to any texts or messages, this morning nothing had changed so I called the police," You bring Carla up to speed.

"You wouldn't happen to know where she went or who picked her up would you?"

"No I never really pried, she hates when I do that."

"I'd like to search her room."

You lead Carla to Victoria's room and open the door. The detective doesn't seem bothered by the mess and eyes Victoria's computer. "This might be able to help us," Carla suspects.

"I tried that yesterday, it's password protected," You point out.

Carla is undaunted as she sits at Victoria's desk and begins typing on the laptop, after several tries she manages to get past the login screen and gains access to Victoria's files. "Jackpot," Carla exclaims.

"How'd you do that?" You say with astonishment.

"The password was password," Carla explains.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I learned a long time ago it's better not to over think things, now I'm going to see what your sister's various social media pages can tell us," Carla browses through Victoria's various online accounts while you watch over her shoulder. One account has numerous photos and Carla begins looking through them. Most of the pictures are selfies, Victoria with various friends, even one with you and her. Suddenly one picture catches both you and Carla's attention, a picture of her kissing a man you don't recognize.

"Looks like somebody has a boyfriend," Carla says with the satisfaction of finding a break in the case.

"She never mention this to me," You say in a surprised and annoyed tone.

"Let's see who is, once I find a name I'll go pay him a visit and see what he knows about Victoria's whereabouts." Carla begins to read the comments of the photo in order to identify the man.

"You and Steve look SO cute together," one comment reads.

"Soon I'll be calling you Mrs. Upton," another comment says.

"His name is Steve...Upton I'm guessing, but yesterday there was...oh fuck!" Carla says as her tone goes from confidence to concern. She quickly gets up and turns to you.

"Now listen to me Ben, what I'm going to tell you isn't to make any sense, but you have to do exactly what I tell you if we are to have any chance of finding Victoria," Carla warns. "Yesterday a man named Steve Upton was found murdered in his home and I'm positive it's the same guy your sister was dating, I'm also positive that the person behind it also is behind Victoria's disappearance, the less you know the safer you'll be, I'm going to give you my card and call you if I find anything, do not under any circumstances call the police again."

Upon hearing this dozens of questions enter your mind but Carla quickly leaves the house before you can get answers for any of them. Something was going on and you're in the dark. You need to get more information but how exactly?
> You look for information on the internet
You need answers, even if Carla is right when said you'd safer knowing less, finding your sister is more important. Your gut is telling you that you should avoid the police let Carla said, so you chose to sit at Victoria's desk and try to find information on the internet about Steve's murder. After searching "Steve Upton murder Van Hove", you find an online news article and begin to read it:

Murder on Kerr Road

Steve Upton, 28, was found murdered in his home around noon. Police had gotten a call from a neighbor about a possible break-in at Steve's address and his body was found shortly after entering the house. A Van Hove police spokesmen says that Steve was found with a "W" carved in his chest, the trademark of the notorious gang leader who goes by the alias Westfield. Police have asked anyone with information to come forward.

A second search for "Westfield" revels information about a gang simply called Westfield's gang. You learn about rumors of having police officers on the take may explain why Carla didn't want you calling the police again. The gang itself commits nearly crime in the book from drug dealing to armed robbery to downright murder. You need to find out why this gang killed Steve, why they took Victoria and how you plan to get her back, the first step is taking out your cell phone and calling Carla.

"Northcutt," Carla greets.

"Detective Northcutt, it's me Ben, I just found out my sister was taken by some guy named Westfield, I really don't like being kept out of the loop," You complain.

"Look Ben, Westfield is an extremely dangerous man and I didn't tell you anything to keep you out of harm's way, if you're so insistent on getting involved then come over to my place where at least I can keep an eye on you, I'm at 224 Shamrock way."

"Why do I have the feeling there is still more you're not telling me?"

"Just come over here and I'll answer your questions I promise."

Carla hangs up, you get the feeling she is a caring person but has a very hard time showing it. Heading out the door and into your car, it occurs to you that Carla believes you're in danger, granted dealing with a criminal gang is dangerous but how much is her worrying justified and how much is simply in her head. You figure it's not worth worrying about as Carla is most likely you're best chance of getting your sister back, since it seems the police are at best useless and at worst the very reason you're in danger in the first place.

Arriving on Shamrock way you pull into Carla's driveway and notice along with a police car there is two black sedans in the driveway as well. Carla didn't mention she was having anyone else over and you doubt she bought two identical cars. Perhaps you're over worrying as much as Carla is and is something else she neglected to tell you.
> You go around back
Something isn't right, you don't know what is as information is proving to be hard to come by today. You walk down the driveway and into the backyard. There is a small patio complete with two outdoor lounge chairs. On one of the chairs is a heavyset man smoking a cigarette. This man might as well wear a sign that says "criminal" and you're positive it's better to stay away from him. There is a backdoor leading into the house and plenty of space between the man and the open door for you to avoid drawing attention. You manage to get inside and find yourself in a kitchen. Ignoring the dirty dishes everywhere you walk out of the kitchen and into a foyer. Briefly glancing at the rooms along the hallway you find they are all empty and eventually you reach the front entrance.

A stairway to your left is your only option as you quietly head upstairs. On the upper floor there are a few doors to the left and a few to the right. You hear footsteps that are too heavy to belong to Carla coming from the right so you head left, as you look into a room and at last you find Carla. The discovery is bittersweet as you notice she is tied to a chair with blood coming out of her nose and she has acquired a shiner along with several other bruises. Without thinking you walk in as Carla franticly shakes her head, then you feel something hit on the back which causes you to fall to the ground. You're vision is a bit blurry but you see a man with slicked back blonde hair, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, along with a revolver in his hand.

"Hello Ben, I'm Westfield, selling of drugs and take of lives, yeah that was lame I have to work on that, anyway it has come to my attention you're looking for your little sister and to answer the two questions on your mind, yes I took her and the reason why was I wanted to make money off her by turning her into a whore, I'm sorry about this, I purposely only take girls that have no family to avoid situations like these, but that dumbass Steve lied to me, good thing I killed him while I had the chance, sadly this makes you a loose end and you know what happens to lose ends, but since this wasn't suppose to happen, I'll give you a chance to say your final words, make them count" Westfield rambles.

Behind Westfield you notice Carla beginning to free herself from the ropes tying her hands to the chair she is in. If you can continue to distract Westfield long enough, she should be able to free yourself. "Well what are your last words?" Westfield asks impatiently.
> You say "What's your name?"
"What's your name?" You ask in an attempt to keep Westfield's attention on you instead of Carla.

"It's Westfield, that's literally the first thing I told you," Westfield says somewhat baffled by your question.

"No, I mean your real name, if I'm going to be killed, I should have the right to know the identity of the person who is doing the killing."

"I see your point, alright I'll let you in a little secret, I was born and raised in a town called Westfield in New Jersey, I loved that town, of course when I first became a criminal I made a lot of mistakes and the police were closing in on me, I eventually had to leave and I resettled here in Van Hove, I learned that it's important to have an alias and to make sure the police are on your side, most people think nicknames are way to be cool but for me, they make staying out of jail a little easier, but if you really must know my name it's John Tiegel," Westfield  prattles. You can see Carla almost is free of her restraints. If you can just distract Westfield for a little bit longer Carla should be able to escape.

> You say "I won't tell anyone about this"
"I won't tell anyone about this," You plead to Westfield.

"Well it really wouldn't make a difference if you told anyone about this or not, I own the police in Van Hove as I'm sure you already know, but it doesn't matter since I have no intentions on letting you leave, you see I plan on keeping your sister as I went to some lengths to obtain her and I know you're not just to going to forget about it, one day you'd come after me, maybe in a week or several years to try to take your revenge," Westfield explains in a rather longwinded way.

"For years Carla has tried to bring me down, despite my repeated warnings, I bet your wondering why she took on this case despite the dangers, well part of it is because she believes in law and order but I'm willing to wager it has to do with what happened to her family." Westfield continues as Carla makes a muffled scream through the tape on her mouth as if the topic is causing her to become upset. The scream causes Westfield to turn his attention back to Carla and she is forced stop trying to wiggle free.

"You see Carla wasn't always planning to be a cop, she was originally going to be a doctor, but one day while she was away at college someone broke into her family's home, this home, and killed her parents and two little sisters and before you ask it wasn't me, after that incident she quit college and joined the force, perhaps saving your sister would allow Carla closure for the failure of saving her family, but now it won't matter, she won't save her, she won't save you and she won't save herself and now Ben it's time for you to die," After Westfield's speech he turns back to you and shoots with his revolver, another victim of Van Hove's crime problem.


"What's your name?" You ask in an attempt to keep Westfield's attention on you instead of Carla.

"It's Westfield, that's literally the first thing I told you," Westfield says somewhat baffled by your question.

"No, I mean your real name, if I'm going to be killed, I should have the right to know the identity of the person who is doing the killing."

"I see your point, alright I'll let you in a little secret, I was born and raised in a town called Westfield in New Jersey, I loved that town, of course when I first became a criminal I made a lot of mistakes and the police were closing in on me, I eventually had to leave and I resettled here in Van Hove, I learned that it's important to have an alias and to make sure the police are on your side, most people think nicknames are way to be cool but for me, they make staying out of jail a little easier, but if you really must know my name it's John Tiegel," Westfield  prattles. You can see Carla almost is free of her restraints. If you can just distract Westfield for a little bit longer Carla should be able to escape.

> You say "Go fuck yourself"
Go fuck yourself," you bark at Westfield. "Go fuck yourself, that's what you want your last words to be?" Westfield responds puzzled. "It's not very original and not exactly something you want written on your tombstone, although there is- Westfield's rambling is interrupted by Carla who punches him squarely in the jaw knocking him down.

Without hesitation Carla grabs Westfield's revolver and points at him. "Shut the fuck up, you annoying loquacious bastard," Carla demands. She offers you her hand and helps you off the floor.

"Are you alright?'" Carla asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine what about you?" You ask in regard to the injuries Carla obtained.

"Don't worry, it's nothing that won't heal in a few weeks." Carla says as she keeps her gun firmly aimed at Westfield.

"Well detective are you going to kill me or what?" Westfield goads as he continues to lay on the floor. "You've must have fantasized about this moment hundreds of time, don't chicken out now."

"As much as I'd love to shoot your fucking head off, I need you alive to tell me where Victoria Higgins is."

"Yeah and then you'll just kill me anyway, tell you what if you give me your word that you'll spare me, I'll lead you to her."

"You're going to take her at her word?" You interrupt, somewhat baffled by what Westfield said.

"Ben, I've known Carla for years and if it's one thing I've learned about her it's how much pride she has in the fact she is honest and incorruptible, it would go her against her nature to say she'll let me live and then just kill me, she calls it honor but in reality it's just egotistical."

"Shut up," Carla snaps at Westfield.

"So what's it going to be detective, is letting me live worth the life of Ben's sister?"

"Alright you fucking asshole, you have a deal but if try anything I'll hurt you very badly, now call your two thugs downstairs to get in here, this deal doesn't include them."

"Fair enough, they failed in their task to keep intruders out so it's no skin off my nose if you kill them."

"Ben, take cover," Carla warns you.

You hide behind a dresser in the room while Westfield calls for his men. "Lewis, Jerry get you're asses up here!" He yells. Walking into the room oblivious unaware of the trap, the two men enter the room. Carla using Westfield's own revolver shoots one of the thugs in the eye while the other reaches for his gun. His able to take out of the holster but is shoot in the throat before he can even aim it at Carla.

"Now tell me where Victoria is," Carla aims her gun back at Westfield.

"Hillside apartments, it looks like an apartment building on the outside but it's really a whorehouse, she was brought there early this morning, the address is 197 Hillside Street," Westfield informs.

"Let's go get her then," You say rather impatiently.

"Hang on Ben, how many men do you have at this building?"

"There's the man in charge, Ivo and I think he was two guys with him,"

"Just three guys?" You interrupt once again baffled.

"I own the police, I don't need to waste money recruiting more muscle then I need, besides there is also going to be about eight girls and a few johns" Westfield points out.

"Well we should get over there but before we do..." Carla trails off midsentence. She heads to the dresser you hid behind earlier and opens the top drawer, all the while keeping an eye on Westfield. She pulls out a set of handcuffs and tosses them to Westfield.

"Put these on," Carla orders.

"Kinky," Westfield quips as he puts the handcuffs on his wrists.

Carla goes to the body of one of the dead henchmen and takes the gun from its hand. "Take this," she says in a way that makes it sound she isn't going to take no for answer.

"I don't know how use these thing," You whine.

"You just aim and shoot."

Reluctantly you take the gun from Carla as she goes back to Westfield. "On your feet asshole."

Westfield complies and the three of you head out of room and downstairs. "Ben, we're taking your car it would be a dead giveaway if we show up in my cruiser, also you're going to have to drive, I won't be able to do the driving and keep an eye on this fucker."

You nod your head in agreement and go out the front door. Once in your car along with Carla and Westfield you drive off to Hillside apartments. When you arrive you notice that the apartment building doesn't look anything like you thought it would, in fact it looks ordinary. Since most of your knowledge of the outside world has been through TV and movies rather than firsthand experience, the events that have happened today have made you realize the world is for better or worse not quite what you thought it was. You pull into a parking spot in front of the building.

"So I'm going to head ask for your sister, once I get her it's mission accomplished, there's nothing to it," Westfield plans out.

"Let's get going," Carla instructs.

"Hold it there detective, my men know who you are they will shoot on sight, not that I care but it would put my life in danger as well, Ben has to bring me in, also you're going to have to remove this handcuffs, they will defiantly know something is wrong if I enter the building wearing these."

"Don't take your eyes off him," Carla warns you. "If I here gunshots I'm coming guns blazing." Carla lets Westfield out of his cuffs as you get out of the car. Westfield soon does the same while you heed Carla's advice and watch every move he makes.

"I saw the way you looked at Northcutt, do you have a thing for cops or authoritative women in general?" Westfield pokes fun at you.

Due to being far more focused on finding Victoria you ignore Westfield and the two of you head inside. The interior looks just as ordinary as the exterior as you make your way to the front desk. Behind the desk was a heavy set man who might as well be wearing a sign that said "sleazy", he must be Ivo. He is looking into space when he noticed you and Westfield. Upon recognizing his boss he becomes much more attentive.

"Westfield sir, what brings you here? Ivo says somewhat surprised by Westfield's presence. "Who's this with you?"

"Never mind who this is, bring me Victoria," Westfield demands with a no nonsense attitude.

"Who?"

"The girl that was brought in this morning you moron."

"Yes of course I'll get her right away," Ivo obliges as he scurries from the front desk and goes up a flight of stairs. Several tense minutes later he comes back down with a girl, it takes you a moment to figure this is your sister. She is covered in bruises, has an eye swollen shut and looks absolute petrified.

"What happened to her?" You say very upset which causes Ivo to look at you awkwardly.

"My friend asked you a question," Westfield reminds Ivo.

"Oh yes, you see the first customer who requested her, nearly got his eyes scratched out, I had to break her, so she would understand the consequences." Rage fills your body of the thought of this lowlife causing harm to your sister, you remember the gun Carla had given you.
> You kill Ivo
This monster has caused harm to your sister and he will pay for what he has done. You take the gun Carla gave you and aim it at Ivo. Before he has a chance to react you pull the trigger and the bullet hits him just below his knee.  He falls backwards onto the ground grabbing his leg and screaming in agony. You're about to fire another shot when Westfield grabs the gun out of your hand. He quickly shoots you in the stomach and like Ivo you fall backwards onto the ground. Westfield stands over you and is about to shoot you again when a bullet hits him killing him and removing a portion of his face. His lifeless body slumps over and lands on its side. You manage to turn your head see it's Carla who shot him, she walks to the middle of the lobby ignoring you and grabs Victoria by the hand, she must figure it's already too late to save you. Carla begins firing at someone else but you don't have any strength to turn your head to see who, it's most likely the two men with Ivo that Westfield had mentioned earlier. Carla is able to get out of the apartment building with Victoria. Westfield is dead and your sister is safe, that fact comforts you and makes dying far less painful.