The last known appearances of Mr. and Mrs. Scarlett were captured in a video, sent to my office by their daughter Rosemary one rainy Sunday night. The video had been filmed the day before, beginning at 10:57 PM and sent digitally to Rosemary at 11:15 PM; there has been no contact with them since.
The video opens in a maid cafe. Robert and his wife Carmine were evidently tourists who had never been to the city, and after a day of sightseeing they had "gone and gotten tipsy at this adorable little cafe we found," according to Carmine. From the video's metadata, it was evidently filmed at Nyanya Bar in the SoPa neighborhood. My office has long suspected this location to be a speakeasy and front for the Clawz criminal gang; but if the inebriated Scarlet Couple had any suspicions of criminal activity before entering the cafe, they showed none of it on film.
The first few minutes of film are not very important to our investigation, consisting mostly of Mr. and Mrs. Scarlett cheerfully relating the events of their vacation day in the city. They address Rosemary directly, suggesting among other things a return trip once Rosemary's college breaks for Summer, despite the rough and dilapidated nature of some of the neighborhoods they'd been to; and while praising that Rosemary was in bed at a reasonable hour lament that they couldn't reach her for a video call. They spend the entirety of the video waiting for their food and early on give some complaints about the wait time, despite being served beverages by the maid staff regularly.
At 11:09 PM, a bell sounds the bar door opening. This causes such a stir in the maid cafe that Mr. Scarlett turns his phone camera towards the commotion.
"What are NYOU doing here?" the bartender hisses. Quite literally; her feline ears twitch above her head and her tail bristles from beneath her maid uniform. "Master says you are NYAT allowed here!"
"You know damn well why we're here, tranny!" The speaker was very visibly a member of the Fatale Gang, tattooed and heavily made up in gothic fashion. 3 other girls were behind her. All were armed. "You've crossed the fuckin' line this time."
The bartender hissed again. "If you dykes think we had anyaething to do with that mewling tramp, nya'd better get lost!" she challenged. "Tell your boss she can find her wife between anyother girl's legs."
The camera then turns to another corner of the diner. A hidden door has opened, and other members of the Clawz gang are quietly filtering in behind the bartender. They, too, are armed. Mrs. Scarlet is in frame and visibly shaken by the events unfolding, but neither she nor Mr. Scarlet says a word, nor moves.
"Bull. Shit." A second Fatale enforcer speaks up. She's bigger than the first, and her voice is deeper, makeup not applied nearly so heavily. "Change her back. Then give her back."
"Oh, it's soooo totally gonna get messy if you keep, like, talkin' 'bout the Boss like that, too!" a third Fatale member chimes in. "What if we, like, totally banged up your Master for that, eh?"
"Master is not present." This Clawz member was masked and could not be identified, almost entirely encased in latex beneath her bunny suit. "And neither is your bounty. Our Master wants no trouble, and it'd be quite rude of you to cause it needlessly."
"Fuckin' "Rude", she says? Let us search the place if you're so innocent, smartass!" the first Fatale responds.
"That is expressly prohibited per Master's orders," the bunnygirl replies.
"Bob..." Mrs. Scarlett whispers to camera. She's terrified. "Bob, we've gotta call the cops!"
"They won't help, honey," Cameraman whispers back, turning the camera to her. "But if this ever sees Court-"
"GONE SNITCHIN'!?" There's a sound off-camera of a blast of magic energy, and Mr. Scarlett drops the phone. He says no more, but moans in mingled pain and pleasure. His masculine voice grows higher and more effeminate through the remainder of the video. "YOUR 'MASTER' PROHIBIT ANY FUCKIN' RATS TOO!?"
"Yes, in fact. They are not ours," the bunnygirl replies.
"Bull. Shit!" The second Fatale repeats, and then sounds of spells opening fire between the gangs begins. Mrs. Scarlett screams and evidently crawls under the table, where she picks up the phone next to Mr. Scarlett's fat and growing thighs, just visible for only a few frames. One of the gangsters curses, and hollers that the scream might draw an MG into the fray. Neither gang wants a superhuman in the middle of it.
"Rose, I love you!" Mrs. Scarlett hurries out, and then the video ends. It was sent to Rosemary's phone number within moments of the video's end.
Attempts to identify the gangsters in the video are ongoing.
The next morning, Nyanya bar was found burnt to the ground. Blasts of Magic had made a ruin of the place. Though some of them appear to be from Vigilante Magical Girls, no arrests were made that night.
There were no bodies. As of now, Mr. and Mrs. Scarlett are presumed to be alive, but missing, likely transformed and kidnapped by one of the parties present.
Rosemary attempted to contact local police with the video, but they dismissed her, ostensibly because they were busy with gang warfare. After that, she came to us. She sent the video together with a short but quite frantic email, and it seems she intends to skip her classes next week to come see our office in person. We debrief her tomorrow; she will almost certainly hire us as her private eyes.
Let's hope she has a better experience with this city than her parents did.
