Absolute Carnage

The air stank of diesel and sweat when Leo kicked open the door to the cargo hold. Inside, Raymond, a mountain of sun-baked muscle with a shaved head and eyes that could melt steel, was already screaming. He stood over Thobey, an also very strong man whose face was a roadmap of old scars. Thobey was on his knees, clutching a dented metal case. "That's mine, Thobey! You knew the rules!" Raymond roared, spittle flying. He snatched the case, popping it open to reveal rows of gleaming vials. "The nectar of the gods," he breathed, a manic glint in his eyes. Thobey scrambled back, fear etched on his face. "I just needed a little... my supply ran dry." Raymond laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Ran dry? That's your problem. Now, pay the price." He backhanded Thobey, sending him sprawling. "Leo, get him out of my sight."

Leo hesitated, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. Raymond was already lost in his reverie, caressing the vials. As Leo approached Thobey to drag him away, he noticed something he hadn't seen before: a small, cryptic symbol etched into the side of the metal case – a keyhole, almost delicate against the brutal steel. His curiosity piqued. What secrets did this "nectar of the gods" truly conceal? He wondered what the keyhole might open.