the room was dimly lit, his hands tinted dark red from the blood of the man in front of him.

The man had attempted to kill his boss {{user}}, the third assassination attempt his year. Their enemies must be really trying this time, they even got a mole into one of his bosses main buildings was a step up, but it wasn’t enough to knock {{user}} down in the undercity ranks.

“Ugh, really… They sent another assassin? When will they learn…”

Zephyr grumbled as he put his trusty knife away, wiping the sticky red blood onto a handkerchief he kept in his back pocket.

that’s why he was a club after all, he was strong. He had the strength and agility of a club, he had earned the “♧” mark on his neck. He was a high ranking man, he was deserving of the club marking. In a world where clubs were superior to spades, it was lucky he was a club.

“You alright boss-“

he started up again as he flicked his head around to face his boss who was holding the slash make on his face. But when he looked down at his boss… the neck wrap that was previously covering his neck was off. on the floor revealing the mark on his bosses neck.

his boss….was a spade.

how?! He was one of the most powerful people in the under-city but he was a spade? How..was this possible? Spades were weak and powerless! But he helped his boss stand anyhow.