Several disappearances and unexplained events have been registered shorty after the commercialization of an ancient statue linked to some legends from a mysterious place called "Reich der Finsternis" in eastern Germany, there is no know route leadin...
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The runaway girl
After the departure of Mr. Holzmann's wife and daughter, the Rowland family was left in a pensive mood; now they were alone with Günther and the soldiers. All three looked at the man with eyes full of consternation, not knowing what fate awaited them in that place. The uncertainty fueled their anguish and made every second tense. He, impassive, maintained his composure while holding his smoking cigar. He inhaled and exhaled several times, permeating the air with the irritating smell of smoke.
"Well, Mr. Rowland," he said, walking toward David, cigar smoke following him, "it seems I finally have the honor of meeting you in person."
David could smell the strong odor of nicotine emanating from the man's mouth, partially covered by his mustaches. He remained silent, unable to respond.
"We thank you for cooperating with the handover of Anneliese's statue," he mentioned with a calm voice and unsettling serenity. In his eyes shone a barely contained satisfaction. "However, underestimating our responsiveness was not the wisest decision. If you had not had the audacity to enter Reich der Finsternis with two mercenaries, you might not have been summoned to the courthouse."
He closed his eyes for a moment and turned his back on the Rowland family. He reached over to a bedside table to light a lamp covered in human skin, whose dim light seemed to whisper the dark secrets of its owner's past. David knew exactly what it was but chose to ignore the repulsive ornament.
"We are certain that you possess information about the location of the queen's chalice," he continued, turning his attention back to David. "The last of the four relics to complete the ritual."
Kimberly, on the verge of collapse, broke the silence with a piercing scream.
"NO, DAD!" she cried in desperation. "Don't say anything to this son of a bitch!"
The soldiers held the women even tighter, threatening them with their knives. Günther frowned, visibly irritated, and pulled his Luger pistol out of his jacket.
"Ah, how vulgar!" he complained, pointing the gun at the family. "I am not willing to tolerate that kind of language in my chambers, Miss Rowland."
Denise, David's wife, rolled her eyes at her daughter, feeling the knife blade graze her neck as she swallowed her saliva.
"Come on, Kimberly, please calm down," her mother pleaded, trying to reassure her in a breathy voice as her heart pounded.
"That's better," he commented, looking back at David. "Back to the subject. We have conducted a thorough investigation of Anneliese Holzmann and her relics. We have found that the records detailing their locations were carefully removed from the archives... and we are certain that Mr. Warren and his association are responsible for this," he added as he approached one of the paintings on the wall, his back deliberately turned to the prisoners. "As I mentioned in my letter, Mr. Mark Warren is being held here in the concentration camp." He paused, calmly stubbing out his cigar in a glass ashtray before continuing. "By order of Beatrix Grünewald and Friedrich Holzmann, his execution has been postponed until the end. A fortunate twist of fate, no doubt, because thanks to that deference I have had the pleasure of conversing with him. And so I discovered that you, Mr. Rowland, have the information we need."
