Chapter 22: They’ll die eitherway
Vetrigar remained frozen after glimpsing the red eyes. He had no idea what they were, but they exuded a presence too vile to be anything but demonic.
"Now start talking." Estefan said, dragging a chair in front of the trembling man before sitting down. "I need a broad understanding of the situation from someone who’s seen the shitshow firsthand. That means you."
The old man cleared his throat, his voice thin. "I... I don’t know where to begin."
Estefan leaned back. "Then begin where it matters. Start with the groups I should worry about, the ones that even you fear."
Vetrigar nodded shakily. "There are three major factions, mafias, criminals, whatever you’d call them."
"Three?" Estefan frowned. "The reports from Luso only mentioned two. Where did the third come from?"
"They made sure no one knew." Vetrigar explained. "They operate from the shadows. The other two fear them."
"Now that’s interesting." Estefan smirked. "A three-way power struggle, with a hidden player sitting on top. Who knew this rotting city had such layers?"
Vetrigar began elaborating about the gangs in details for Estefan,