First part of Chapter 2 of The Tiger’s Den :)
Ch 2.
Two days have passed since my run in with the men behind the gas station. I can’t stop thinking about it, and how strange it was to see such violence in the suburbs. I may not have had a second thought had the same thing occurred downtown. The image of Hyo won’t get out of my head. His sharp features and dark eyes keep forcing their way into my thoughts. And what is The Tiger’s Den? A club? My curiosity getting the best of me, I decide to find out. To the internet.
Sitting down at the computer in the home office, I decide the easiest way to find out would be to search the name in a search engine. I type ‘tiger’s den flower city new york’ into the waiting search bar. Not expecting any useful results, I hit enter. Several thousand results come up, and the second one seems useful. The link summarizes that it’s a gentleman’s club downtown. Clicking the link brings me to a homepage.
A black screen with intricate flowers framing the page, and the words “The Tiger’s Den” in bright pink calligraphy appears on the screen. The homepage doesn’t appear to be that impressive, and the short paragraph I read describes a fairly normal strip club. I’m about to give up my search for anything useful when I click on the link to the owners of the club. A picture appears at the top of the screen of 3 Asian men with wide smiles, all wearing matching black suits with a pink tiger, artistically designed on the lapel of each of each jacket. The men appear to be related, all with similar sharp features and dark eyes. One of them stands out.
“Hyo.” I whisper to myself.
On a sudden and admittedly stupid impulse, I take down the address listed at the bottom of the webpage. I’m going into The Tiger’s Den. Today.
