Leo Kurosagi was perplexed.
There was nothing on this guy! No records, no names, not even a godamn home address! Just a shitty little twitter account where he barely says anything besides standardized slop. If he didn’t actually met the guy and knew how he talked, he would have assumed the account was a bot!
So, while everyone was excited for Halloween, he decided to pull out his trusty overpriced lockpicks, and do some good ‘ol fashioned B&E.
After a quick listen, he determined that there was nobody home, and got to work.
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It almost blended in with the sounds of the night.
A series of small scrapes and clicks.
It didn’t escape him. Uriel was trained— designed to have nothing escape his notice.
He put down his pencil.
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I’m in. Leo mused. Like one of those shitty American hacker movies. You know the one.
He hasn’t been in here in a little while, but it’s barely changed.
Wait. It hasn’t changed at all. The cubicles lining the back wall, desk right next to an enormous bookshelf, little round table with a couple chairs in the corner, some kinda art across from that.
Well, that’s the only thing that’s changed. He pulls out his phone and starts snapping photos for analysis later. Since his first visit, he found that there were no cameras in here for some reason, so prior recon was next to impossible. Thankfully, Uriel follows his schedule to a T.
It’s always 7:00 to start work, 8:00 for the morning message and any other bullshit he decides to spew on his Twitter, break for lunch at noon for an hour, (of which nobody has observed him eating food. Just drinking water or soups or something.), and finally finishing up the day at 19:00.
Alright, first things first. Time to see if there’s anything in the desk.
First drawer is a dud. It’s a bunch of dinky souvenirs. The kinda stuff that resells for a ton but costs almost nothing to make.
Second drawer is a bit more exciting; Files, and a ton of them. Specific students are categorized here, with a couple notes on their grades.
Third drawer is a lot of the same, this time about different classes. Lesson plans, past quizzes, some study guides… ooh! There’s a corrected exam in here. Full marks too. Guess he’ll snap a photo of that~
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Uriel hated pausing his work, but needs must.
Observation was key. The Influencer is a slippery one. He’s heard of him breaking into the Professor’s office on more than one occasion, but he never considered it would happen to him.
Good thing all the important information was stored in the most secure vault of all.
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Leo was going to scream. That’s it. How could this guy not have a godamn laptop or some kind of computer?! All the systems for Darkwick needed Internet access and a security key! Even if he had taken the thing home, there would still be a space for it somewhere! But no! The analog bastard just has a pen and a blank stack of paper!
None of the cubicles were of any interest. Some of them had computers, but they were just your bog-standard school computers. Sometimes they’d have interesting stuff on them, but that’s for a different time.
All that was left was the godamn painting. Unfinished. Garbage ready for the ca-
What the fuck?
It’s… kinda nice?
He’s not an art appreciator. The closest he gets to appreciating art is looking at some random fanart that shows up on his feed, giving it a like, and moving on with his life. But. He can appreciate a good composition. Photos are their own art thing, and there’s all kinds of subtle rules you need to follow if you want to make it look good.
His phone buzzes, but it’s the least of his concerns.
There is someone here.
At the center of the image was the moon; Probably the brightest godamn thing in the image. It was surrounded by sparks of light, no— fireworks. Probably from the amusement park in the foreground. Guess it was closing time or something; But why would one be in such a ruined area?
“I assume you weren’t here just to observe my work, Kurosagi.” A stern voice states.
Leo almost jumps three feet in the air without yelping. If anyone tells you otherwise they are a liar. When did he get here?!
Right. Cover story. He flips the switch instantly, covering his bafflement with a mask. “Uriel! Hi… I just forgot my textbook in here…”
It’s not entirely a lie, last time he was forced to be in here, he left the thing for this exact purpose.
He nods. “I see, is this what you were looking for?” There it is. His textbook. Pristine.
How the fuck is it so clean???
He hands it to him with the stalest of stale expressions, and turns back to his art. Theres an extensive tin of colored pencils on a small table next to him. It’s a brand Leo hasn’t heard of, but the things must be expensive as hell, because that smell is unmistakable.
There’s a soft scratch of lead on paper; revealing light red darts in front of the moon.
It’s the perfect thing to tie it all together.
Leo clutches his textbook. The art is fucking gorgeous. He couldn’t even tell the thing was colored pencils. Colored pencils. The things you drew with as a kid and threw away for paints when you got older or something.
“Is that everything you wanted to find, Kurosagi?” He doesn’t even look at him, and has the audacity to have some irritation in his weird-ass voice.
What is wrong with this guy?
“Yes.” He lies, because everything has made his godamn questions worse. He tries not to show his frustration when he leaves, but he can’t hide how his footsteps have a bit more weight behind them.
When he walks outside, he has to cover his ears from all the godamn noise.
…Did he forget to turn off his Stigma?
