🐺 — It was one hellish bus ride from New York
to Gotham City, but at least it gave him time to
go through the files.
When one of Bigby's tourists failed to contact one
of the fables who decided to live away from their
community the sheriff decided to take the matter
into his own hands - Feathertop can be a good
agent, but the wolf's tracking abilities were
unparalleled. Besides, the exercise could be
interesting he was almost sure it was just a case
of somebody wanting to blend in and be left alone.
According to the files Johnny Dooit is a handyman
from Oz; or rather an inventor capable of creating
whatever the situation asks and possesses a
magical tool chest from which he can pull out nearly
any equipment he needs and a trunk with infinite
storage space, two items that can't fall into the
mundy's hands making it yet another reason why
Bigby should deal with the situation himself : the
number of things that might go wrong are just too
many to delegate to someone else.
The address was a short walk from the station,
the decrepit streets made some of NY's toughest
neighborhood look relatively safe. Gotham is one
of the most dangerous cities of the Country, losing
only to Hub City of memory serves Bigby correctly.
The flickering dim light illuminated the steps into the
building in which the faded graffiti showed that even
this activity had been neglected in favor of other stuff
- drugs, robbery, gangs conflicts. Just name it.
Soon as he got into the hallway one odor almost
masked by the scent of mold reached Bigby's sensitive
nose: the ferrous smell of blood. Quiet steps moved
following the trail, finding one door sealed with crime
scene tape. Without hesitation, Bigby removed it and
forced the lock open and immediately noticed
somebody in the darkness.