Lancelin’s P.O.V

It was around eleven at night when I finally got off the phone with NYPD. Sighing, I rubbed my temples and stood up from my chair. A nice hot bath sounded divine at the moment.

A group of wannabe thugs had made the mistake of trying to sell drugs at the alleyway behind my bar in Queens. They had even managed to tempt a human staff in that bar to join in with their little gang and lure customers to the alleyway. The incident had led to a college student overdosing and being rushed to the hospital. Thankfully, the situation was now under control and the thugs have...