Hackers | “Falco” and Futaba
The dark-haired man slowly came to, sitting up carefully and rubbing his head, which was pounding so hard, he could’ve sworn it was going to burst right out of his skull. His memories were a bit fuzzy, until he looked around the room. It appeared he was in... a cell? That was a new one. But the circumstances of how he got there began to return to him.
He was minding his own business, as he usually tended to do. He had no reason to engage with others most of the time, but he was forced into interaction when two men in suits approached him and offered him... something. For him to join him. Well, turns out that he had other things on his agenda, so he turned them down. He knew better than to just go with shifty men with no explanation anyway.
And then he woke up here.
But it appeared he wasn’t alone. Movement in his peripheral caught his attention and he looked over to see a girl with long orange hair beginning to stir. Was she in the same situation he was in? It would do well to ask if she knew what was going on, but if she was just as disoriented as he was, then there was no point. He waited until she sat up fully before greeting her.
“Looks like you’re waking up. You remember anything?” It was blunt, but there was no point beating around the bush.
