Hollow's peak city was known as a free city because it enacted an acceptance law. Segregation and bigotry remain on this planet, which is quite similar to Earth in every way. However, the target of hatred was no longer the various races, but rather the half-breeds. Even if the current generation is not guilty of what happened during that time, people will always find excuses for their hatred, even if we do not deserve it.
It was placed in the desert on top of a cut-off mountain. The surface was smooth where the city was situated. There were peculiar stairs that appeared to be a bridge connecting to the mountain's surface, leading people to the foot of the mountain to seek monsters that had fled an active Tear that needed to be destroyed, and the Tear closed.
Due to how different they look compared them the color of their skin, hair, their ears, how big they are by height, and finally how some are considered dead than alive.
Hatred existed, yet some people desired reform and unity. To prevent the catastrophes of the Lost Age from happening again, a bloodline treaty was made despite the possibility that their oneness might do so. It declared:
"If an interspecies marriage results in a child of mixed blood, it must be outlawed. The child is to be sealed along with his factors; the child must go through a process of societal integration before petitioning for the use of one of his factors. The youngster must be made public to build trust among people who will assist in unlocking your child's chains.
However, the law was challenged by the law of equality, which declares that all races are to be recognized as members of society, that racism and perjury will not be permitted, and that punishment will be harsh in light of the requirement for evidence.
There were several free cities on this planet, including Hollow's Peak, Harry's Pass, Share Utopia, and Clover's Harvest. Half-breeds were not considered one of the accepted races that may reside anywhere in the free city because they had seals on their features. These cities accepted all races, even half-breeds, to some extent; there were more cities, but these were not free cities, which only admitted a dominant kind.
Half-breeds were never meant to be viewed as monsters. To avoid violence and distrust, they demonstrated to the world who we have become and why we are harmless. We are viewed as monsters that they can use to demonstrate to others that the adversary is weak and less manly. The original Brandon was viewed as a weakling, which is a good thing because it would blind the people who looked down on him to the events that were to come.
***
In the free city of Hollow's Peak, lighted by beautiful lights, everyone fell asleep with the promises of this metropolis's safety. Spatial Tears were extremely rare here; the city was free and protected from the problems of the outside world.
The crime remained here, but it was disguised and meticulously perpetrated; people may congratulate the mayor for this paradise, but it is a shame for others who cannot see it. One of the executives from the Agent 6 group was in charge of this city; the mayor was not. He was just an official bathe in Bards and feasts from brown envelopes.
Sitting in a black limousine with tinted windows, a man observed the busy city streets where people were engaged in conversation and going about their daily lives, the colorful city lights tried to penetrate the windows, but they couldn't. He sat in a black suit, lazily sighing at the people with grins on their faces. The limo insides were a very spacious space filled with sofas that appeared clean and cozy merely by looking.
The man picked up his phone, looked through his contact lists, tapped "Orange," and held it to his ear. The phone rang, and after a time, the person on the other end responded:
"Who told you to call this number?" The voice sounded familiar. It seemed chilly and distant to the ear, yet the man smiled and added:
"You should be saying hello?"
"Hard pass, what do you want Lumley?"
The man sighed and grinned, then replied:
"I want my little sister back, and you don't want me to call you. "Those are things we can get right now, so as a brother, I just want to talk."
The voice on the other end groaned and asked in an irritated yet bored tone:
"State your business, maybe I might give you the benefit of some... sisterly love"
"Excellent. I just returned from a meeting with the other heads. They brought up an issue that immediately piqued my interest: there has been a Husk that you have been protecting to the point of leaving your livelihood and forsaking your family no less. Could you tell me why you'd do that?"
The voice remained silent for a moment as it added:
"It doesn't ring a bell, and I'm not required to continue the conversation. "I do not need to explain anything at all."
"Listen, you entitled princess, I'm doing you a favor here. Agent 6 wants that boy, but for some reason, they are slow to reply. As your family, I just want the best for you, and working as that kid's father's caretaker is a waste of your prestige and importance. Father instructed you to assume your place in the family, but you want to live a nasty fantasy with your blood-sucking mosquito lover... Ashley"
After finishing her tasks, Ashley was making tea while wearing a gloomy frown on her once-cheerful face that occasionally revealed warmth and civility. She groaned with a troubled heart; the words did affect her a little:
"He is dead now, and he is telling you what to do now, yeah. "Jokes on you for trying to live a fantasy of a man who did not love us," she stated before hanging up. The man stared at his phone, his rage under control so that he didn't crash it.
Leaning over the door beside him, he sighed and steadied himself by inhaling and looking up at the button that controlled the speaker. He pressed the button and spoke:
"Lincoln"
"Yes, Master Green"
"Need to blow off some steam"
"Margaret's mixer hall sir?"
"You read my mind, Lincoln"
"Right away sir"
With no interruptions from traffic, the limousine arrived at Mixer Hall at a constant speed. Green got out, tipped the limo driver, and banged the top of the car to say goodbye and go on as the car drove off.
Mixer Hall was an escort and relief business for men and women who had money to spend on amusement that their wives and husbands couldn't offer.
The hall's entrance was guarded by two enormous guys wearing earpieces. They noticed Green and nodded, as one of them placed their finger on the earpiece and said:
"VIP has landed"
Green opened the door and discovered a man wearing a tuxedo bowing and saying, "Welcome, Master Green, my lady is waiting for you"
"Lead the way"
"Excellent sir," Green remarked, following the tuxedo-wearing man with a meticulous demeanor that made him appear seasoned and passionate about his life and profession.
They passed a hostess lobby with karaoke, an open bar with females in flittering dresses sitting on sofas with drunk men singing songs.
The lobby appeared to be rented out to a bunch of men in suits discussing their concerns with the girl who wore wonderful grins that could melt their troubles away.
Green followed the butler or escort with a serene look in their eyes as they inspected the surroundings, passing through a deafening room that made them feel as if they were underground. They arrived at an elevator in a hall decorated with pink fur; there, the butler pulled out his card and entered it into a slot, causing the doors to swing open.
"The lady is upstairs; please pardon me; I need to look after other visitors who are coming.
As he was handed a card, he boarded the elevator and nodded farewell to the Butler, who bowed as the door shut. He scanned the card, and the elevator went to the fifth floor.
When it was opened, a woman in flight attendant clothes was bowing and saying:
"This way, master green"
He followed without saying anything, his gaze locked on the bouncing behinds that captivated the ardent thoughts of man. Green shook his head in his daydream. They arrived at a red-painted chamber, and Green nodded to the woman before entering.
This room was unremarkable; it resembled a low-cost hotel room. One bed, a TV, a bathroom hidden by a small door, a closet, and a nightstand with a lamp were all present. Green undressed and slightly undid his tie while he unlocked the nightstand's drawer, discovered a remote, and turned it on.
There was the news, and the headline read:
"People seeing a ghost of the past in the sewers in the morning that soon reached afternoon"
"Green's shares in Linton Bank have skyrocketed following Yoldrich Green's decision to invest in the bank and become a shareholder in a consulting firm of great reputation, which I am not permitted to disclose.
Meanwhile, a suspect in the adolescent murder in the downtown region has been identified by the authorities. According to the source, the offender or suspect is a Husk; those individuals can't stay out of trouble, folks.
In other news, the academy of this fair city is opening its doors to new and old faces that greet its huge gates simply by being present. Many parents who are thrilled for their children to return to a world-renowned environment believe that their children's future will be secure.
According to sources, the rumored Heir of the Green's corporation Oil-berry would visit the academy during its third-year selection tournament for people interested in working for the city's defense force. Abraham Green, the rumored future of Oil-berry, has recently married pop sensation Iris List, which has brought him back into the spotlight.
Lumley switched off the television, unwilling to hear any more about his brother when the doorbell rang. He stood up and approached the door, peering through the peephole to see what he had come here for.
He opened the door to reveal a woman painted green with goblin ears, red hair, and an hourglass figure.
She asked, biting her lip seductively with her arms behind her.
"Ready for a good time, Mister Green?"
Lumley grinned and continued:
"I was ready; you were just too late," he added, grabbing the woman and pulling her into the room before closing it with a rushed comment.
***
The sewers were particularly terrifying at midnight, especially for the rodents that rushed up small pipes, someone drinking the nasty water, and someone shaking their bodies as they rinsed off the water. Suddenly, the sounds of the tunnels caused them to quiver, but not enough to form a net of breaches, and the remnants of water trembled as a multiplicity of sounds that revealed the source to be larger than the rats.
They struggled and rushed up the pipes, some hiding in nets of microscopic holes that allowed them to fit. A big shadow raced up with a rhythmic step that made them sound like a four-legged beast. The sounds of quiet howling from tiredness reminded them of dogs chasing a speeding rabbit.
The leading shadow ran, followed by two shadows who matched the leader's speed. As some light exposed the figures, they were seen to be Wolves. The two wolves that followed had dirty brown and gray fur and were of similar size to the enormous, white-furred leader.
They continued to run as hard as they had before. The water was moving slowly enough to avoid touching their upper fur, and the tunnel's terminus revealed a large area filled with fragments of moon and starlight. White sparkles coated the wolves' bodies as they leaped out, changing into people in midair before landing in the cylinder.
The wolf in white fur transformed into a middle-aged man with white hair and a scar on his left eye. He had rings on his fingers, earrings, a black jacket with spikes for shoulder pads, and blue jeans.
The black wolf was a tall, hairy man with a brown beard, whilst the gray wolf was a strong man wearing ripped clothes. The man with a scar sighed and looked at his grey friend:
"Seriously man, why did you wear those?"
"They are too modern for my taste"
"It is not about taste, Rin; it is about public decency. "We can't come out of our transformation looking like hobos," said the once-black wolf.
Rin stared at them, shrugged, scented the air, and said:
"Forget about that, looks like we found him"
The man with the scar is named Kajan, while the man with the brown beard is named Louis. Agent 6 assigned these men the duty of tracking down Harrison von Yin's final location. They had received word that he had been converted in public; nevertheless, it was banned to unleash your power in public to avert hostility between races.
Even though Von Yin was in the sewers and there were several witnesses, the boss had dispatched them to fetch him home before he killed anyone since his factor limiter required a blood price when he utilized his ability.
So, they were to steer him away from savagery and bring him before the organization's district head to answer for his crimes or faults.
Rin sniffed again and followed the scent, while his pals followed him, serious expressions on their faces. They arrived at a location with a fractured surface and the odor of dead rats, which did not appear to affect them because they did not cover their noses in disgust.
Rin approached a pile of white dust beside a network of fractures and a man-made crate. Rin knelt and spoke in a casual tone:
"Guess there is no need to give him some suppression for his form"
"Why is that?"
Rin grinned dimly:
"Because he was killed and somehow became dust"
The scarred man pulled a tiny camera from his jacket and pressed a button then a flash appeared to snap a photo. He then pours something from a little vial into a hole in the camera, which flashes some lights and transforms into a projection.
The hologram of dust reconstituted itself as if time was being reversed, forming a sleeping man with white hair, a beard, and crimson eyes. Time reversed again as the button was pressed; the man appeared to be on his final leg, and they saw him facing straight ahead.
The man with a scar looked where he was looking and pointed the camera in that direction; what he saw surprised and shocked the other two. A humanoid figure coated in wood from head to toe; his brown surface resembled polished wooden furniture, and his head resembled a crown.
The man with brown hair added in confusion:
"What is that?"
Rin stared at it with shades of familiarity.
"A woodman killing him. what a surprise"
The man with white hair added:
"It doesn't matter what it is, this thing killed a member of Agent 6, track the monster is a priority for us now"