Night Hunter's Club
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Chapter 13 - Night Hunter's Club_X
After some time on the road, the bus slowed down and stopped at a small, isolated stop.
A few scattered houses stood quietly between vast green fields.
One man got off the bus. From the back seat, Krish stood up and moved toward the front, but the conductor raised his hand and stopped him.
“Not your stop,” the conductor said. “Yours is the last one.”
The bus started moving again.
Krish looked out of the window. Between the endless fields, he noticed several luxurious houses... large, elegant structures surrounded by manicured gardens. The contrast disturbed him.
Who lives in places like this… in the middle of nowhere? he wondered.
Unable to hold his curiosity, Krish asked the conductor,
“Hey… do you know who owns those houses? It feels strange seeing such luxury here.”
The conductor smirked bitterly.
“Farmhouses of big politicians,” he replied. “Built for pleasure. Now rich businessmen are doing the same. They loot public money and hide here.”
Krish fell silent.
After a while, the bus entered a small residential market area. Old shops, narrow roads, modest houses. This was Greenwood Town... his destination.
The bus stopped.
“This is it,” the conductor said.
Krish stepped down and looked around carefully. Everything looked… normal. Too normal.
People walked casually. Shopkeepers minded their businesses. Nothing screamed danger.
Is this really the place?
Did I make a mistake coming here?
Doubt crept into his mind.
Krish approached a nearby shopkeeper and asked for directions.
“Excuse me… Night Hunter's Club?”
The shopkeeper stared at him for a long moment... long enough to make Krish uncomfortable. Then, without saying much, he pointed straight ahead.
“Go that way.”
Krish thanked him and walked on.
He passed through a narrow alley, its walls stained with time. As he stepped out, the view changed suddenly.
In the middle of a large garden stood a grand building... a hotel and a massive club combined. Old, yet elegant. Powerful.
Krish’s curiosity deepened.
As he reached the parking area, he saw the sign clearly:
NIGHT HUNTERS
The club looked ancient but well maintained. Outside, several luxury cars were parked, many of them the same brand... new black models Krish had seen on the night that still haunted him.
His heartbeat quickened.
So many of them…
A green sports bike caught his attention. Around it were expensive cars and superbikes... far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Krish climbed the four steps leading to the entrance.
Two guards in black stood there, motionless. Above the door, bold letters read:
AREA 02
Krish hesitated but walked toward them.
Both guards blocked his path immediately, staring at him coldly.
Guard 1 asked,
“Why are you here, boy?”
Krish swallowed and replied,
“I… I was invited.”
Guard 2 smirked.
“Is that so? Then tell us the password. Who invited you?”
Krish hesitated.
“To be honest… I forgot the password. I only remember the address.”
The first guard leaned closer, his voice dropping dangerously.
“If you don’t have the code, staying anywhere near this place is not safe for you.”
As he spoke, he slightly opened his jacket... revealing a concealed gun.
Fear tightened Krish’s chest.
He stepped back instinctively, ready to leave.
Just then...
The main door opened.
A familiar figure stepped out.
Black coat. Calm posture. Commanding presence.
Mr. Durraan.
The guards immediately lowered their heads in respect.
Mr. Durraan’s voice echoed, firm and clear:
“Stop, Krish...
'Till the last drop of blood...'
That’s the password.”
Krish froze and slowly turned around.
Mr. Durraan looked disappointed.
“I didn’t expect this from you, Krish. Forgetting such a simple thing.”
Then he smiled faintly.
“Never mind. You’re new. You’ll learn.”
He gestured for Krish to follow him inside.
As the door closed behind them, darkness swallowed the entrance.
They walked through a narrow, dim corridor. At the end of it opened a vast hall. High windows... small and distant... allowed only a trace of sunlight inside.
Old, unsettling music echoed through the space.
Red and yellow lights flickered everywhere.
People sat in groups, drinking alcohol and juice, lost in conversations.
But the moment Krish entered...
Every gaze turned toward him.
They stared. Not curious.
Not friendly. Assessing.
These people didn’t look normal. Their presence felt… wrong.
Mr. Durraan guided Krish to an empty table in the corner.
“Krish,” he said softly, “I have an important meeting upstairs.”
He pointed toward the second floor.
“Until I return, Mr. Sael will stay with you. Food, drinks... everything here is free for you.”
He leaned closer and added playfully,
“Even that beautiful woman in the red dress standing in the corner… the one you’ve looked at three times already.”
Krish panicked.
“No... no, it’s not like that. Everything is new here, that’s all.”
Mr. Durraan chuckled.
“Relax. I’m joking. Enjoy our hospitality.”
He turned and walked upstairs.
Mr. Sael escorted Krish to a smaller resting hall and gestured toward an empty table.
“Sit here,” he said.
“So, boy… would you like something?”
Krish thought for a moment.
“Just coffee,” he replied quietly. “If available.”
Mr. Sael nodded and left.
Alone at the table, Krish observed the people around him.
None of them looked ordinary.
Heavy clothes. Luxury brands. Strange mannerisms. Cold confidence.
It felt like these people lived in a different world altogether.
And deep inside, Krish realized...
Once you enter Night Hunter's,
you don’t leave the same person.
Krish sat alone in the lounge area, slowly sipping his coffee.
Through the large glass window beside him, he could see the main club hall... filled with strange, unsettling people. None of them felt normal.
Their faces, their body language… everything carried a quiet menace.
That’s when he noticed her.
The woman in the red dress and high heels was walking toward him.
She is probably around twenty five or twenty six years old. Elegant. Confident. Dangerous in a way that was hard to describe.
As she approached, Krish felt his heartbeat quicken.
She stopped in front of him and smiled.
“Oh… hello! young boy.”
Her voice was smooth, almost hypnotic.
“What’s your name? May I sit here with you for a while?”
Krish swallowed hard, hiding his nervousness behind an awkward smile.
“Ye... yes… sure. My name is Krish.”
She sat down across from him, crossing her legs gracefully.
“So, Krish,” she said, studying him closely,
“are you new here?”
“Yes,” Krish replied.
“This is my first time. And… what’s your name? How long have you been here?”
She smiled faintly.
“My name is Kira,” she said.
“I joined this organization a long time ago… back when I was even younger than you. I was probably sixteen or seventeen.”
Krish’s eyes widened slightly.
“Oh… wow. That’s impressive. Then you must know a lot about this place.”
Kira nodded.
“Yes. I’m a senior agent of this organization and I am also a platinum member of the club.”
For just a moment, a shadow crossed her face... something like regret or exhaustion.
Krish spoke carefully,
“I don’t know much about all this yet… but it feels like you’ve achieved a lot at such a young age. How old are you now?”
“Twenty nine,” Kira replied.
Then she leaned in slightly and said,
“Out of everyone here… you felt different. Better. Are you sure you came to the right place?”
Krish hesitated, then answered honestly.
“I was invited. For something important.”
“That’s good,” Kira said softly.
“I was invited the same way. You seem nice… would you like to be friends?”
Next Chapter…
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