Dorian showed up at Leona's door just after midnight, which was never a good sign.
"We need to talk," he said, pushing past her into the house before she could protest.
"Hello to you too," Leona muttered, closing the door. "What's so urgent that it couldn't wait until morning?"
"Something I just found out," Dorian said, looking over her shoulder.
Leona eyed him suspiciously. "And what might that be?"
"I got a tip about an underground fighting ring," Dorian said, pulling out his phone and showing her a series of text messages. "We heard that supernatural creatures are fighting each other for money. And, get this, fighters have been going missing. The betting patterns also match the timeline of the mysterious deaths."
Leona took his phone, scrolling through the messages. "Where did you get this information?"
