It was Saturday night which meant the Snake Bite was booming with life. Music made the ground thump and a mixture of smells filled the air. Lacy was dressed in a short, strapless, black dress and red heels to match her red lips. The Brazilian woman talked to the customers, occasionally mixed drinks when her bartender was busy, or milled around the nightclub. Now normally, Ace would be working as a server but tonight he had been swamped with college work so he had been staying in Lacy's apartment, which was set above the club, to work. 
Last time Lacy checked on Ace had been two hours ago, so she decided it was time for her to check up on him again. She ascended the stairs from the back room to her apartment and entered her home with a sigh. Then she froze. Usually, she would be able to hear Ace or at the very least, smell him. But she got neither. "Oh, calm down," she told herself. "There's nothing to be worried about." Shaking her head, Lacy carried on into the apartment, heading to the living room.
All of Ace's papers were spread on and about the couch, his laptop turned on and resting on the coffee table. But there was no Ace. Lacy frown deepened. She hadn't been too worried until she saw his prosthetics propped against the armchair. Not good, not good at all.