Mysteries On Marvel

As Eren, the clown, gazed into the closet, seemingly admiring his reflection, a striking woman with fiery red hair stepped out of a nearby alley. Her daring, provocative attire left little to the imagination, even in the biting cold wind, as she confidently approached him.

Upon seeing Eren's youthful face, her eyes lit up, and she licked her lips lightly before speaking in a seductive tone:

"Hey, handsome. Looking for some company tonight? For just $100, I'll be yours for the night..."

Normally, given her stunning looks, her nightly rate would be at least $200, but she decided to cut it in half, charmed by Eren's boyish face.

Hmm.

She thought to herself, "I've dealt with plenty of old men trying to feel young. Tonight, I'll flip the script and see what it's like for the older one to indulge the younger."

Eren, standing opposite her, heard her proposition and quickly grinned, his mouth stretching wide.

"Only $100, and you're mine for the night? Sounds like a deal!"

Without hesitation, he eagerly pulled two crisp $50 bills from his pocket and handed them to her, as if afraid she might change her mind.

The red-haired woman, named Elena, couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. As she discreetly pocketed the money, she thought she had just snagged herself a promising young customer. Her face flushed slightly, and she unconsciously tightened her legs at the thought.

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned close to Eren's ear, her voice sultry as she asked, "So, handsome, where are we going tonight? A hotel, or... your place?"

Eren didn't hesitate. "Why go to a hotel? Of course, we're going to my place!"

Hearing his answer, Elena's smile deepened.

Perfect, she mused, "Looks like I just found myself a long-term customer."

"My place, huh? You're a naughty one, aren't you?" she teased.

Eren returned her grin with one of his own. "Wait till you see how naughty I can get."

He paused, then added, "But first, we need to pick up a few things."

With that, Eren began walking toward a nearby 24-hour convenience store, gesturing for Elena to follow.

Watching him stride ahead, Elena thought to herself, "Not bad, he's even covering shopping expenses. One less thing for me to worry about tonight."

She sauntered after him, her long legs moving gracefully as she added with a playful tone, "Oh? I can't wait to see what surprises you have in store for me tonight."

Not long after, Eren, empty-handed, and Elena, now carrying several shopping bags with a slightly annoyed expression, arrived at a soot-covered red brick building.

"Ah, here we are! My memory is better than I thought," Eren exclaimed, pleased with himself as he looked at the fire-blackened structure he had personally set ablaze.

But as soon as they reached the door, Elena froze. Her gaze fell on the police tape still sealing the entrance. Her complexion turned pale as she recognized the building.

This was the site of a gruesome arson-murder from a few weeks ago. Several people, including the infamous gang leader "Oni" of the Water Ghost Gang, had been burned alive in this very building. Their charred bodies had been carried out as little more than cinders.

Since the fire had gutted the interior, leaving only the acrid stench of burnt remains and blackened debris, even homeless squatters avoided the place, considering it cursed.

Elena stared at the excited look on Eren's face and the faint flicker of madness in his eyes. She suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and had the urge to drop everything and run.

But as she turned to leave, her gaze met Eren's. Beneath the dim yellow streetlight, his black eyes gleamed with a strange warmth, and he smiled at her.

Earlier, she had thought his smile was charming. Now, with the eerie house looming behind him, that same smile filled her with dread.

Eren, noticing her shivering, kindly took off his expensive suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

"You're shaking so much. You must be freezing. Come on, let's get inside. It'll be much warmer in there," he said warmly.

Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and led her up the steps.

With a casual tug, Eren ripped off the police tape barring the door. Tossing it aside, he opened his bag, revealing an array of items: an intimidating M500 revolver, a small grenade, and a vial of hallucinogens. He calmly took out a wire and began working on the slightly warped lock.

Watching him pick the lock with unnerving ease, Elena's legs trembled. Any thoughts of escape fled as her courage drained away entirely.

Finally, with a satisfying click, the lock gave way. Eren beamed with joy, opening the warped metal door with a flourish.

"Beautiful lady," he said, bowing slightly in mock politeness, "please, step inside."

(End of Chapter)

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