Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - A Deadly Game Begins as a Real-Life Assassin Haunts Crime City’s Criminal Underground #2

Episode Date: August 9, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #assassin #criminalunderground #darkcity #vigilantejustice  This gripping story follows the deadly trail of a real-life assassin who hunts members of the criminal underground, turning the city’s dark underbelly into a deadly game zone. As fear spreads and loyalties crumble, the line between justice and vengeance blurs in a chaotic urban battlefield.  #horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #scarystories #horrorstory #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #assassin #criminalunderground #darkcity #vigilantejustice #mystery #thriller #crimewar #urbancrime #danger #darkjustice #undergroundwar #crimefighter #fear

Crime City, Crime City. That's what they called her. Even though she had a real name but nobody remembered it, not even the ones whose ancestors found at the city. The name was the important part because the founders were all criminals, drug lords, and mafia. They wanted a place where they can camouflage their businesses and the name was the first step. A few decades ago, some of the most notorious crime families of different cities came together at this place which was just a small town and appear. There was no trace of any human habitat up to 300 miles in any of the three directions, the fourth one was the sea. They set up their homes and fake businesses. The other drugs and weapons dealers caught the waft of a new city where they didn't have to worry about

law enforcement agencies. Soon everybody was migrating to this new city. Some realtors thought this was a fair chance to hide their corrupt money. Socially ex-exiled people, ex-convicts. small-time thieves and conmen found this new city a paradise. Everybody was a criminal here. The city was thriving so well that some other innocent people, businessmen found this a great opportunity to invest. They set up their businesses, manufacturing plants, and call centers. Some small-scale businesses were attracted to this great opportunity too.

These were the people who gave the city her name, Crime City. Within no time the real name was forgotten and by the time the government or law enforcement agencies got to know anything, Crime City had become a place like none other. Life in Crime City was not like one in any other cities. There were some good and bad things about living in the city. The good things were that there was no poverty, hunger, or unemployment in the city. Everyone was wealthy, even the workers. One could live the life of one's dreams in Crime City.

The best thing about Crime City was that there were absolutely zero crimes in the daytime which meant that the night belonged to the criminals. The government tried to establish a system, a judiciary, and a police department, but it was too late. Half of the department was already corrupt, rest were bought off, whoever left was killed. Since there were no crimes in the day anyway there was very little for the police to do. The nights, which were supposed to be spent patrolling the city were instead spent resting, eating and drinking. The criminals did their business meetings, dealings and killings freely.

It was like the city was two different places, during the day and night. It was still easy to manage one's life in crime city. Just do your job, finish everything and be home before the sunset. Though it was very weird. One couldn't have too many friends. No one could tell who was a criminal and who was innocent. One day you're having a tea with your neighbor and the next day he's either missing or dead. Despite all this, the Crime City was popular amongst the outsiders.

Everybody wanted to spend a day in Crime City and leave before sunset, some were even crazier wanting to spend the night as well, witnessed the very soul of Crime City with their own eyes, and be the part of the weird. Anything that could happen had already happened in Crime City. Nobody thought that something even weirder could ever happened but it happened. It started with dead bodies. One cheery morning, a dozen bodies were

found on the pier. They all sustained knife or bullet wounds which, strangely, were fired from their guns. The police, for the first time, had something to do in the daytime. The whole department was on alert and so was the crime world. The criminals of crime city had one rule, get rid of the bodies before sunrise. The police had no idea what went on that night but the crime world did. It was supposed to be a drug deal. The men who were found dead belonged to the two parties. It wasn't a disagreement because all of the men involved were dead. It was clear that the killer was an outsider. He didn't belong to any of the crime families because he didn't care about the one rule. Police couldn't get anywhere. They couldn't even link the deaths to the drugs because no trade.

of either drugs or money was found on the crime scene. There were no witnesses. The case was going to be a cold one but a few more bodies were found the next morning, this time in a warehouse. This shook the whole city. Even civilians. The criminals of the crime city knew someone was onto them. They were being hunted. They put all the corrupt officers which they had working for them on the case. The police officials working the case had more pressure from the crime families than from their superiors. Some reporters stepped out from the safety of their houses, in the night, to find this mysterious murderer. It wasn't until the third night, the culprit was seen. On that night, two patrol officers heard gunshots. They followed the sound and they came upon,

what they thought at first, a drug deal gone wrong, but then they saw him. He was a hooded man wearing armor, not metallic and shiny like a knight but black which hit him in the dark. He was moving around, jumping up and about with the speed of a ninja, killing everyone with a weapon they couldn't even see. If anyone tried to shoot him, it simply didn't work, maybe the armor was protecting him. He snatched the gun out of one's hand and shot him and the rest dead. The police officers shouted at the man, pointing their guns, which they knew wouldn't help, to surrender himself but he ran and disappeared into the night. Though he left the drugs and the money this time.

The police department still couldn't link the killings to the drugs because the two officers cleaned up the crime scene and were paid heavily for the information they had on the murderer. Now the whole crime city was looking for this hooded man. A week after the first incident, a reporter finally got him on tape. Here we have the footage of the killer, we can't see his face but we can see why we couldn't get him earlier,

the Friday morning's news anchor was speaking on the television, look how fast he is. Our reporter barely got him but we were able to get a full shot. A student has peculiar views on the murderer hears what he has to say. A skinny teenage boy appeared on the news. He wore glasses which made his eyes look even bigger. He was stuttering but he got what he wanted to say out. It's the assassin.

He is, he is an assassin. From T.H. The Game. He's just like him. I'm telling you he's, he's the assassin. The news anchor was back. Though it looked like the young boy got it mixed up with a video game. But we looked into it and turns out he was right. The Assailant's Get Up resembles the main character of a popular video game franchise called

The Assassin's Creed, Dash, a poster of the video game appeared on the screen. It was not very similar to the picture from the footage, but it showed what made the young boy think of that. The news anchor went on, which makes us conclude that our assailant could be a young adult obsessed with the video game and hears what this elderly man has advised the murderer. You seem like a good man killing the people of mafia and all, an old man, wearing about the same glasses as the boy earlier, spoke, but killing people is not good. You should find other ways to contribute to the greater good. Getting mixed up with criminals is going to get you seriously hurt, son. The news channel now started showing the footage of the assassin on Loop and News Anchor spoke. But who he is?

Why is he doing all this? Is he just a young boy obsessed with video games or is he here to clean the Crime City of the Crimes? Hasar Gotham finally got a Batman? The news anchor went on to speak about him and showing interviews of several other people but Preeti had no care in the world. She was taking pictures and posting them on Instagram announcing her arrival in Crime City. The hashtag crime city was very popular. She was excited to spend the weekend in the city. Sneha, her cousin, on the other hand, was very concerned. She was giving Preeti instructions but Preeti was busy on Instagram.

Are you even listening? Sniha asked furiously. Yes, I am, Preeti replied without looking at Sniha. I'm sorry I couldn't get off from work today. That's fine. I can manage. No crimes in the daytime, but still, take care. Be back before sunset and please keep your phone switched on.

Sneha said with concern. I didn't turn it off. It ran out of juice. Preeti replied rolling her eyes, looking at Sneha. Then maybe don't keep browsing Instagram all the time. Sneha looked at her wristwatch. I'm getting late for work. You take care, okay?

We'll go out tomorrow, she picked up her handbag and started looking for her phone. I'd probably have seen everything by then. The only thing left would be meeting your boyfriend. When am I going to meet him? I'm meeting him today after work. I'll ask him if we can have lunch together tomorrow. Where is my phone? What are doing with my phone?

Sneha asked Preeti who was using Sniha's phone for the last half an hour. Mine is charging. You said to keep it switched on. She handed over her phone back and took her own out of charging. Okay, I'm leaving. Remember Dash, she said with pointing her finger at Preeti, raising her eyebrows, back before sunset. And she left. Soon after Preeti got bored too.

She turned off the television which was still showing the hooded assassin on the news channel. She took the keys and she left too. She was excited to explore Crime City. Sneha had been living in the city for a few years. She was a very serious and mature girl. Maybe Crime City had toughened her. She always wore a paint suit and rarely smiled at anyone. Preety, on the other hand, was never seen without a smile or more like a mischievous grin on her face.

She was a butterfly, an exuberant girl. She was more like a sundresses and skirt. kind of girl. She was always smiling and imparted positive energy. She wanted to see Crime City for a very long time and finally, she was out there in the city, wide open before her, screaming to fulfill her desire. There were no specific tourist attractions in the city. The city herself was an attraction, though there were a few theme restaurants which will treat you like the mafia. She had breakfast in Corleone's cafe and then wandered around the city, taking her own. pictures and posting them on Instagram.

Sneha called her to check up on her, she promised to come back home before sunset. After lunch, she went to the pier. Just to see the old town except it wasn't a town anymore. Everything had changed so quickly in Crime City that there was nothing left from the town before. It was almost like the town never existed. She visited every place she could in a day. When the sun approached the horizon, she started to watch. back towards the home. She was walking on the sidewalk with her head buried in her smartphone,

and because of that, she missed the turn to the Snieha's apartment. She didn't notice it until her phone gave a low battery, warning and switched off. She looked up and realized her mistake. She turned and started to walk back, but the problem was that every street in turn looked very similar to her. She was trying to recognize the way when she saw that the sky was growing darker every slipping minute. She was a little worried now. The smile had vanished and an expression of fear had taken its place. This was Crime City. She was alone and it was getting dark. It couldn't have gone worse than that, but it did. She must have taken a wrong turn because as she turned she saw a loading truck parked in front of what looked like a garage and a few men unloading

unnamed boxes. She gasped and stopped. The men noticed her. They stopped too. One of them pulled out a gun and shouted, Hey, who are you? Don't waste time, you idiot, she could be the assassin, shoot her. Preeti didn't think. Everything she did was impulsive. She screamed, turned, and ran as fast as she could.

The men chased her. She had no idea where she was running to, but she couldn't have gone far because one of the men circled and cut her off. She was looking back so she bumped into him and fell on the ground. She started crying. The rest of the men caught up to her, but they stopped a few feet away from her. They were hesitating to come forward. They looked alert.

Preeti looked at them and she couldn't understand the reaction. She looked up at the man. He wasn't one of them. He was the assassin. To be continued.