A muffled yelp and a sickening crunch escaped into the air as the head of Griselda's target was crushed against the pavement. The Yoreiqi woman had cornered the drug lord in a back ally in Arca, and it would seem fate hadn't been on his side that night. Wiping her boot on the now deceased man's jacket, Griselda exhaled and rubbed the bridge of her nose. The man had been selling an opioid that had never been seen on the market before, and it was supposedly so potent that even a minuscule dose could cause an addiction. The amount of revenue this drug had produced caused this particular drug lord to become incredibly wealthy in the span of a a few weeks, so naturally Griselda's boss wanted to know where the source of this drug was so she herself could profit off of it. Unfortunately, Griselda's inability to ask questions had caused the man to take the secret of the drug's production to his grave- so it would appear that she would need to do some detective work so she didn't return empty handed.
Kneeling down, Griselda began to rummage through small satchel the man had been carrying with him. Unsurprisingly, it was full of clutter. A knife, an imported gun, a half eaten sandwich, and a pack of smokes were all tossed aside. Finally, she pulled out a small leather pouch and opened it to see a few dozen bright yellow pills. Figuring that her boss could likely reverse-engineer them, Griselda pocketed them. Dumping out the rest of the bag onto the ground and seeing nothing of interest, she moved onto checking the man's pockets. He had a wallet, but there was only a few loose coins inside. That was odd, as the man had reportedly been making a fortune off of these pills- and the colorful clothing he was wearing suggested that he had been throwing money around as if it was nothing. The shoes alone must have cost him at least 1000 gold...
Griselda smiled as the realization struck her. Taking the man's shoes off, she reached inside and found that there was a hollow compartment in each. The first one had the man's real wallet inside, practically bulging from the amount of money inside. The second one had something infinitely more valuable however- a key. Upon looking at it closer, Griselda could see that numbers had been engraved onto it. What numbers they were, Griselda didn't know- she had never learned how to read as a child, and to her numbers were little more than squiggly lines. However, she did know that the more circles the number had at the end, the more things you could get with it. This number had three circles, so this key was bound to open something good.
Standing up, Griselda pocketed both the wallet and the key. She figured the best place to begin looking for a number that matched the one on the key was in "The Slaughterhouse"- a nickname residents of Arca had given to the most drug ridden area of the city. It was only a few blocks in size, but there was more death and pain there than in the rest of the city combined. Stepping out of the ally and into the street, Griselda began to walk in the direction of the worst slum in Arca, wondering how it would compare to her hometown...