I was burned today. By a client. I always kinda figured that it may happen someday. The guy was different than my usual costumers. I can’t remember his face for some reason. I remember he had nice shoes. He asked some odd questions, said that he was trying to get to know me. I try not to get very personal with any of my clients, so I tried to just distract him with my services. But somehow he knew. He knows what I am! I don’t know what gave it away. Maybe he’s clued in. How much he knows about me, I have no idea. He offered me something, a white handkerchief. Said it was just a simple gift. I believed him, but when I took it from him, it burned my hand. I dropped it, but before I could question him about it, he took off, ran out of the club. I only know of one thing that could burn me like that and prevent me from healing myself. I don’t think it was his handkerchief because if it was touching him would have probably hurt me also. So who’s was it? And who is this mysterious guy?
Well, after he left the club [the owner] noticed my burned hand, and sent me home early. He doesn’t like it when his girls are hurt by clients, so he called the police. I met up with Siegfried and Cannach at my place. I explained to them what had happened to me, trying to play it off like it was no big deal, but I’m still kinda freaked out by it. Siegfried insisted that we go back to the club for the handkerchief, and I remembered that the guy had also forgotten his jacket when he left. Even knowing that I wasn’t supposed to go back to the club until my hand is healed, I joined Siegfried and Cannach to obtain the handkerchief and jacket. The police were still there when we arrived, but Siegfried created a distraction involving the girls and free drinks. Cannach obtained the mysterious guy’s credit card info and I slipped into the VIP room where I was with the man. I snagged the jacket and white handkerchief, making sure I didn’t touch the latter, of course. We managed to leave without further incident, and as we headed back to my place I couldn’t help thinking about this guy and our exchange in the VIP room. Never mind that the night before, after the beach incident, we were attacked by a crazy hairless cat-like beast. And that it was killed with an arrow by a mysterious sniper. That kind of stuff I’ve almost come to expect, especially while running with my new friends. But this strange guy and his white handkerchief really bother me. My hand still burns as I write this. As much as I want to know what’s going on, I left the guy’s things in the living room for Siegfried and Cannach to examine, and locked myself in my bedroom to write this. I feel the need to reflect on what happened alone. Maybe I’ll find out more soon.
“Loneliness, I feel loneliness in my room. . . .”