Sin stood outside the imposing mansion, bathed in the gentle warmth of the departing morning sun. The world around him seemed to come alive with the promise of a new day, but his thoughts were consumed by a troubling mystery. The blazing sun above had begun to execute its relentless assault, casting long shadows and raising the temperature steadily. Sin wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and turned his attention to the man standing beside him, Fatty Jack.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at Fatty, trying to gauge the man's honesty.
"Jack," Sin began, his voice carrying a sense of urgency, "I need to know if you have any clues about Lita Woodenburg. Anything that could lead us to her."
Fatty Jack shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. He scratched his scruffy chin and then finally met Sin's gaze. "I... I don't have any clues, Sin," he stammered.
Sin's frustration was mounting by the second. He had hoped that Fatty would be the key to finding Lita, but it seemed he doesn't know about Jack's own fiancee's whereabout. "Then tell me," Sin demanded, his patience wearing thin, "how do you even know that she's been kidnapped if you don't have any clues?"
Fatty Jack let out a heavy sigh, beads of sweat forming on his forehead that glistened in the harsh sunlight. He seemed reluctant to share his secret, but he knew he had no other choice. "It's because of soul notes," he finally admitted.
Sin's brow furrowed in confusion. "Soul notes? What are those?"
Fatty Jack's eyes held a glint of mystique as he began to explain. "Soul notes are a rare and powerful form of magic, Sin. They are created using soul magic, but it's one of the most challenging types of magic to master. It involves tapping into the essence of one's soul and channeling it into written words. When someone writes a soul note, their very essence is imbued into the words, making it unique and unmistakable."
Sin was intrigued, but still puzzled. "And how does this relate to Lita?"
Fatty Jack took a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts. "Lita wrote me a soul note when she was kidnapped. It was brief, barely more than a few words, but it contained the essence of her fear and desperation. I could feel it when I read the note, Sin. That's how I knew she had been taken."
Sin's mind raced as he tried to comprehend the gravity of what Fatty was saying. The idea that Lita had left a piece of her soul in a message was both fascinating and terrifying. "Can you show me this soul note?" Sin asked eagerly.
Fatty Jack shook his head sadly. "I can't, Sin. Soul notes are deeply personal and intimate. They are not meant to be shared with others they are always restore in our brain. The act of creating one is an intensely emotional process, and reading someone else's soul note without their permission is a violation of their very being."
Sin nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He knew he had to respect the sanctity of Lita's soul note. "So, what can we do, Jack? How can we use this information to find her?"
Fatty Jack scratched his head, a troubled expression on his face. "I'm not sure, Sin. Soul notes are a powerful tool, but they are also cryptic and often open to interpretation. I can try to decipher the note further, but it won't be easy."
In the end, the quest to find Lita Woodenburg would take them to the darkest corners of the supernatural world, where the power of a soul note would prove to be both a blessing and a curse.
Overwhelmed by frustration and disappointment upon hearing that Fatty Jack had no knowledge of his own fiancée's whereabouts, Sin contemplated turning away, ready to return to Abraham's mansion and abandon the search for Lita. The weight of the mystery and the scorching sun's relentless assault made the prospect of giving up on this enigma tempting.
Sin began to reach for the magic storage ring, intending to return it to Fatty, signifying the end of their fruitless pursuit. He was prepared to voice his discouragement, maybe even utter a "forget it" before making his exit. It was a moment tinged with defeat, a realization that perhaps they were chasing a mirage.
However, just as Sin's fingers grazed the surface of the ring, Fatty Jack's legs seemed to give way beneath him. He collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing with pain. It was a sudden, unexpected collapse that drew the attention of bystanders and onlookers who had been observing this curious exchange. Murmurs and whispers rippled through the crowd, speculation mounting as they witnessed Fatty's dramatic descent.
Sin froze, panic welling up within him. The last thing he wanted was to attract unwanted attention, especially in a public place like this. He couldn't help but worry that people might misconstrue the situation, misinterpreting it as Sin somehow coercing Fatty into this dramatic display. The notion that Sin was making illegal demands on Fatty, causing his "big ass body" to collapse in public, was a disconcerting one.
Fatty's anguished cries only added to the confusion. Sin knelt down beside him, trying to help while casting nervous glances at the growing crowd. He realized that they needed to diffuse the situation quickly to avoid further speculation and misunderstanding.
Sin's face contorted in a subtle twitch of determination as he urged Fatty Jack to stand up. Despite the disconcerting incident that had just unfolded outside Abraham's mansion, Sin was not one to give up easily. His mind raced, and he delved into the recesses of his memory, seeking to retrieve an address from the depths of his recollection. It was an address that he believed held the key to unraveling the mysteries surrounding Lita's disappearance.
With Fatty Jack in tow, Sin embarked on a journey to that particular location.