misery business.
/; stranger
chunji was a pretty well known informant in the area. he could obtain a lot of secret information with ease, whether it be from his own skill or from his job in the organization. oh, these stupid humans. so unsuspecting of him. he was excellent as a scientist, and it got him well liked enough by the organization that they would never suspect him of being a 'mole', so to speak. so with that, he could do his job as an informant with ease. after all, he hated everyone so equally, that he didn't care who he sold out. the organization? fellow angels? demons? cambions? nephilims? simple humans? he honestly didn't give a shit, therefore: he disliked everyone equally. it made his job as an informantion so easy because he never had to form any presonal connections with anyone. besides being an information broker was practically a talent for him at this point. observation at its finest.
he hums a melody, a vague latin tune as he taps his fingers against his keyboard to the rhythm. the sound of the keys and his hums are softly echoed in the otherwise empty office. it was small, but it was his, and it was easy to access from the public. all meetings were confidential, and he didn't really have one scheduled. he hears a knock on the door, regardless, and he raises an eyebrow. turning to look at the clock on his desktop, it was quite late. he shrugs, though, regardless as he stands to open the door.
behind the door is a woman -- a demon. he ignores the fact (he can handle himself, afterall), and he nods a greeting before opening it wider for her to enter. he closes the door behind her, walks back to his desk, and gestures for her to sit down. once she gets settled, chunji decides to go straight to business as he questions calmly, "what is your name, and what do you want to know?"
