Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 1 People are in Gotham, a group of panicked

The afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, separated by a thick layer of fog, the night of Gotham, the neon lights first appeared.

Newspapers blown by the wind and pedestrians hurrying on the road are the eternal scenery of Gotham, especially in those old neighborhoods of this bustling city, the pedestrians are even more hurried, and even the wind seems to be more urgent.

"Fake!"

Kailos tore off the newspaper that was blown to his face by the wind, crumpled it up and threw it on the ground casually.

Tightening his collar, he took two steps back to the alleyway behind him.

"Hey, Kairos! What's going on outside?"

Deep in the alleyway, a rough voice sounded.

Looking back at his two companions, Kailos didn't say anything, but simply shook his head.

It's just a little bit windy, eating ashes and blowing the wind is nothing compared to what the tearful guy in the alleyway is about to face.

"If you want me to say, it's fine to stab him to death with a knife. Anyway, the money will not be recovered..."

Turning around halfway, Kailos lit a wrinkled cigarette and held it in his mouth, muttering something to himself, looking up at the street in a daze, as if he saw a strange person moving... over here?

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"Nathan, I, I just... please do me a favor, please! It's not that I don't want to pay back, I just, I mean, I will, I just want you to give me a few days, Nathan knows Yes, I..."

"Okok, Eric, come on~ You don't have to do this, we have been friends for several years, don't we?"

In the depths of the alleyway, it looks like the back door of a certain restaurant. All kinds of unused kitchen utensils and large buckets filled with kitchen waste make the not-so-spacious alley even more cramped.

The smell of the air is not very good, and the ground is full of black dirty water and oil.At this time, the man named Eric was kneeling in the dirty water on the ground, carefully holding his hat in his hands, lacking blood due to the cold and fear, his condensed and pale face struggling to rise, squeezing out an ugly smile.

clap~
Standing in front of Eric were two men who didn't seem like they would appear in such a place.Suits, leather shoes, exquisite cufflinks, and a very expensive coat.

Not very gentle, he patted the face of Eric who was kneeling on the ground. I don't know if it was humiliation, anger, or fear. Some blood color appeared on Eric's face again, but only one side, half of the whole face. Red and half white, it looks very funny.

"You misunderstood, Eric." The smile on Nathan's face was very kind and approachable: "It's Christmas Eve, why would I care about debt collection.

You'll give us the money back, won't you.No one owes Falcone a debt, you know that.

Take it easy, Eric.I came today just to give you some small presents.Well... Merry Christmas Eve. "

Eric couldn't be happier.

A person like Nathan, who grew up in the city and was born as a gangster, sacrificed everything, including his own life, for wealth and power.After becoming one of Falcone's little bosses with four scars, the first thing he did was not to go to the hospital to pay the medical bills for his seriously ill mother, but to spend all the money to buy himself a full set of expensive suits .

How could such a person let him go because he had eaten in Eric's restaurant for a few years?

"Yes, hehe, ha, thank you, thank you..."

Eric could only thank him dryly, talking nonsense that didn't fit together and didn't make sense.

"Open it."

The box wrapped with a beautiful golden ribbon was placed in Eric's hands, and Nathan said calmly.

Eric's hands trembled, his veins popped.

He was afraid to see someone's ears or eyes in this box, and he was even more afraid to recognize whose ears and eyes it was.

"Nathan...it has nothing to do with Hannah, I said I would really pay back..."

"Open it."

Eric: ………

Pulling the ribbon tremblingly, unpacking the box tremblingly.

"Huh..." Eric let out a long breath, the box was not what he thought.

"A pair of gloves! My God, this is really... Nathan, thank you so much, I really... I don't know what to say, thank you! Thank you!"

Maybe it was because the expectations were too low. Eric almost cried with joy when he saw the gloves in the box.

"Put it on, Eric, you'll like it."

Nathan still maintained a nondescript, pretentious tone.

Under his persecution and gaze, Eric put on the gloves carefully.

"Nathan, these gloves... why don't you have a thumb... No! Nathan! You don't have to do that!"

He lifted his chin slightly, and followed Nathan's younger brother with discerning steps forward, pushed the panicked Eric down in the muddy water, and took out a pair of pruning pliers from his back with his backhand.

"I'm sorry, Eric, you know, you have to pay some interest."

"what--!!"

A shrill scream sounded, but it didn't come from Eric's mouth.

The sound came from the entrance of the alley.

"Kailos? Kailos!"

Nathan frowned and looked towards the dark alley.

Unfortunately, no one responded this time.

Looking down at his expensive suit, Nathan gestured to his younger brother with his chin to take a look.

Eric, who was covered in tears and covered in mud, covered his mouth, stepped on the ground, moved to the wall and closed his eyes tightly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The little brother, who was alone, never came back, and he didn't even make a sound.

Nathan yelled twice, but no one responded.

"Fake."

Now is not the time to worry about clothes, Nathan took out the dagger he was famous for and earned "respect" for himself, and walked out step by step.

After walking a dozen or so steps, he vaguely saw a person squatting on the ground, with his back turned to him, violently flipping his little brother's clothes.

Born on the street, Nathan, who had heard too many strange rumors, immediately thought of many stories. He suddenly felt a little nauseous, and retched twice.

"Unlucky, another poor ghost!"

Ok?
The man stood up and turned around.

About 1.8 meters tall, with a cropped head, a dark green front and back smock around his neck, bare feet, and it seems that he is not wearing any pants...

Wait a minute, this dress...

Nathan's eyes narrowed, and he saw the logo on the strange clothes.

【Arkham Asylum】

This clothes... is he a lunatic who ran out?

"That myopic eye, let me ask you. This...isn't Gotham..."

"Damn crazy! Of course this is Gotham! Otherwise! Could it be Metropolis!"

"A long life...the last hope is gone! I said that the name Arkham is unlikely to be repeated...God, why is it here!"

Then the lunatic kept repeating such incomprehensible words as warhammer, old man ring, the fourth season of Yellowstone, and what kind of moba.

Nathan just thought he was noisy.

"Die to the bloody lunatic!"

While Nathan swung the dagger vigorously, there seemed to be a green light flashing in front of his eyes, his head hurt, and after that, he didn't know anything.

(End of this chapter)