Informant of Ikebukuro

Monday: (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Tuesday: (╯°□°）╯︵ 8█

Wednesday: (╯°□°）╯︵ ▒

Thursday: (╯°□°）╯︵ Ȣ->o

Friday: o->o

Saturday: (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ---◊

Sunday: ┬─┬ ノ( º _ ºノ)

"You humans never tire of vulgar subjects, do you?"

A sigh escaped him, then he pinched the bridge of his nose while still wearing his irritated grin, "I will not deny that statement, but only under the fact that the mind can stir up some fairly far-fetched scenarios when fantasizing. Some of which people would look back on it and shake their heads due to how obscure their spur of the moment thoughts were." The informant lowered his hand, then put on a smug expression.

"Child's play."

This will be the final night I spend without slumber. The last hour I waste wondering. The only minute left to gaze upon the world I have cultivated, only for my smile to fade to my last dissatisfied frown.

It seems these city lights have lost their shine.

Life is far more routine than originally anticipated. I do not wish to live in the same recycled plot for the rest of my days. No matter where I go, it will always be the same people with their similar stories, the same seething hatred and the same blind infatuation. No matter how many humans I involve myself with, it presents holds the same outcome: failure.

With no order in my plans, there is nothing left to pursue. I have not the mind, nor the energy, to manipulate anyone any longer. So, in turn, I have passed my work onto a skilled subordinate.

As for me, I am going somewhere that should silence these pestering thoughts for quite some time.

I ask to have all of my remaining possessions burned.

Do not come looking for me, I would not like my sleep to be interrupted.