As I have masked my face well, I wait just long enough for the happy couple to be in an appropriate state of inappropriateness, getting the camera ready while I wait. I'll only get one shot.

She doesn’t even need to open the door.

Picking a lock, turns out, is pretty easy. It took a couple of weeks working on the locks around my office, but I finally got the method down.

I kneel, slip the tension tool in, give it a little pressure and then use a rake to scrub the tumblers. It's not the most subtle method in the world, but the lock clicks open.

I take a deep breath and exhale. I throw the door open and lift my camera at the same time as I slowly enter the dimly lit Hotel room.

I see a man standing near the bed, he turns his head towards me as I enter and then looks back at the woman on the bed.

The pair of lovers are both indecent and very surprised.

The man is naked and he looks like someone from a history book. Muscles rippling all over his body, with an absolutely perfect statue shape. Someone who eons of exercise has had their life lived through in the man. On top of this, he is a person that can pull off an act that most wouldn't even think possible. The room is silent but for my heart pumping and a soft scream coming from the woman on the bed.

My eyes slowly take me from the man's taut stomach and chest that seems to have been carved out of stone, down to his long, thick and at least semi-erect cock. I take a deep breath and swallow.

The woman screaming now is the most terrifying thing I've ever heard. She screams like someone has lit a flame inside them that's being held at bay only by pure adrenaline.

They're still startled by my entrance.

The girl is curled up on the bed, rocking her body back and forth, and screaming her head off.

I know I must act fast. I need to take an evidence of their affair before they make their move against me. And with this man, I can't take any chances. I'll have to time this correctly.

The camera pops and they both blink.

Easy as whistling Dixie.

Taking several pictures of the two of them naked, I stop after a few and look through the pictures. I find one, and then another and then a third that I can use.

It's a perfect blackmail photo.

I pocket the camera and stand, ready to make tracks, but Wisteria's lover has other ideas. He looks like he'd be right at home swinging an axe on an eleventh century battle field.

I need to act quickly before they can. I run at the naked man, tackle him, and plant my boot in his crotch. Can’t be helped as the man is naked!

The man howls in pain and as he falls the woman screams louder. I pull out a small glass vial and smash it over his face breaking the container.

The Viking manages to stand up and cock his fist.

He hits me with roughly the force of a wrecking ball. All the air goes out of my lungs in a long whoop. My feet leave the carpet and for the briefest of seconds I feel like I am flying. It's a short trip. I slam into the opposite wall and Christmas lights pop in my vision.

I drop the camera to my side and grab a nearby chair to defend myself with. Me and the man begin to wrestle over the chair while each of us tries to gain an advantage. I land a solid punch to his face and the screams from the woman get louder.

I slide down into a sitting position to take breath. He wades in, steam shovel sized fists raised and ready to hammer my noggin.

It's all I can do to roll out of the way. I move just in time to avoid eating a giant knuckle sandwich. He leaves a dent in the wall instead.

He howls, clutches his hand to his chest, and dances around in a circle. Little droplets of blood fall from his busted knuckles.

The man is howling like a chimpanzee as he punches me in the face. I feel my tooth fall out, but that's the least of my concerns right now. I'm not going to let this animal get his hands on my camera.

I grab the chair and wiggle it in the man's hands while he struggles to hold on to it. I strain with all I have to keep the chair between myself and the naked maniac.

The man quickly moves to the end of the bed and aims a small gun at me while rising to a crouching position. This is what I've been waiting for. I wanted him to reveal his gun. It's a high gamble of life and death game, but it has its value for my plan.

With the naked woman screaming and crying, I throw the chair at him to confuse his accuracy and block his vision. He shot, but I was moving and the shot misses its target.

Now, with the man reloading, I decide to make my play.

Quickly, I use my boomerang. The boomerang whizzes forward and into the eye of the man. He screams again, and falls to his butt with my boomerang sticking out of his face.

I grab his wrist and twist it in a counter movement. The gun slips from the man's hand and lands on the floor with a clatter. I feel a slight twinge in my ankle as I land on the floor, and quickly grab the gun and shove it into my waistband.

I turn my attention back to the man and punch him as hard as I can in the face, breaking bones and knocking out teeth.

That should be good for the finishing blow.

I turn from the man's bloody face, roll out, grab my equipment, and run out the hotel room door, being careful to lock it behind me.

In my rush to get the hell out, I nearly knock a woman down. She screams at me in anger and tells me to stay away. I don't answer instead I just run down the hallway.

Doors are opening up and down the hall. Heads pop out. One older gentleman wants to know what all the hubbub is about.

A door breaking noise can be heard from behind. Damn, he broke the outer lock.

Without any moments delay, taking advantage of the older man to use him as a distraction, I make it inside and jab the lobby button before the Viking reaches.

The giant man pounds down the hall on bare feet, his good hand stretched out and his teeth clenched. The doors close before he can get at me. The elevator starts to sink, and I let out a sigh.

A knot is already forming on the back of my head, but I probably got off lucky.

Mr. Charming was ready to do a number on me.

Once outside I get in a taxi and tell the cabby to take me to Cobwood streets where I live.

The plan went successful so far. Getting the free revolver was part of the end goal. The great thing about this entire encounter is that they can't even get the cop's help.

It will only backfire for them. It was a massive gamble indeed. However, it really was thrilling and fun.

System notification pops up in front of me.

[System]

[Quest has been cleared]

It's a bizarre holographic panel in front of me that looks like the windows in RPG games. It is just visible to me. Anyone can think I'm hallucinating, and I thought the same thing at first, but I can assure you that it's not the case. It's primarily due to the benefits, which are genuine and have practical applications in real life.

The System works like a video game and provides me with system quests that offer unique rewards.

You assumed I was a malicious scoundrel on the lookout for a cheating spouse to exploit later? It's possible that this is somewhat correct, however the main reason is that it's a quest from this mystical system.

However, there are two main reasons for this: one is System mission, and the other is that I need something from her to complete my huge scheme.

[Your rewards have been delivered.] [ You have an item in your possession]

"Reveal the item."

[Revealing the item] [ Poseidon Snorkel Gear] It’s a magical Snorkel Gear blessed by the ocean god Poseidon.

Really? It’s just a snorkel gear. All that for just this? Anyway, it was still fun. It’s not a lie that I enjoy the thrill of such crazy adventures where my life is on the line.

Besides, I got the revolver. It will come handy in upcoming dangerous events. How can I tell about the future events? Well, I cannot tell them in details.

The system has bestowed upon me basic ESP abilities that grant me a sliver of insight. It’s the skill called "Prophetic vision". It’s not as powerful as it sounds. The skill provides very little clues about future and sometimes let me peek into others' mind, but not always. There is no condition to it.

The place I call office is on the third floor of a rundown building on the seedy side of downtown. It could more accurately be described as an aging pile of bricks with electricity and running water, but it's an office.

It's exactly the sort of place you would not expect a private dick to hang his hat.

Packed with hidden trap doors and secret stash barrels, the detective office is just an inconvenient cog in a high-end candy smuggling operation.

I arrive tired and in pain as I let myself in the front door of the building, grateful to get out of the heat, and plod up the stairs to the third floor into my front door with blood on my clothes and sweat on me.

My cane is seen by my front door, I grab it and walk into the kitchen. Putting the cane in the sink, I feel the need to get a new one.

Noticing my face is wet, I quickly realize that I am crying.

I open my mouth and taste the copper taste of blood in my mouth. A tooth falls in my mouth and I realize with some surprise that I have lost a tooth.

I quickly grab a glass of water and chug it to wash away the blood, and then realize I need to take a shower to get the sweat off of me.

As I walk up the stairs to my bedroom, I grab a new toothbrush from my medicine cabinet and head into the shower. I scrub myself hard with the scouring bar that I keep there. Afterwards I get dressed in some pajamas and collapse on my bed.

I'm out like a light until morning. I don't wake up until I hear someone knocking on my front door.