NOVEL WEB Chapter 62 - Couldn't Sleep Last Night
A pair of tired eyes darted left and right, scanning the faces of every student and staff they came across. Sluggish footsteps laden with fatigue pushed them forward, towards a destination they were not even aware of. For how long this had been going on, the owner was unsure, but what they were sure of was the single piece of detail plaguing them since their sleepless night. A birthmark.
A vibration. Attention was forcefully pried away from the front. His wrists, numb as they were, alerted him to a message that just arrived.
Quinn: stop stairng
Quinn: staring
Quinn: at evrybodys jaw
Calvin’s brows curled like withered worms, his blurred eyes darting to the side where a pink-haired girl shook his head at him admonishingly. Worry was written across her expression, despite her usual demeanour and actions towards him he knew it was genuine.
Me: Was it obvious?
Quinn: no
Quinn: but its crepy
Me: Sorry for being paranoid over knowing there are literal supervillains inside the campus.
Quinn: apolgy accepted
Quinn: already sent a rport
Quinn: dont worry and rlax
Quinn: also mite not evn be villns
“Are you guys texting each other?” Ina asked while looking back and forth between them. Her voice sounded like a knife that cut through the tension in Calvin’s nerves, despite the obvious annoyance in her tone.
“Just power stuff,” Quinn explained, hugging her arm and nuzzling against her shoulder. “You know…”
“So I’m the odd one out now?” She crossed her arms and huffed, looking away from Quinn. “Cal’s your best friend now, is he?”
“What?! Ew! No!” Quinn shouted, gagging like she just smelled the rotten eggs she threw at her mother’s statue. “That’s gross! Never!”
“I’m right here,” Calvin said flatly.
“Pft— I’m just kidding,” Ina hugged Quinn back. “Why is he so tired anyway?”
“Well—”
He tuned out their conversation at this point, his attention turning to his information screen floating in mid-air.
Super Information
Super Name None Super Attributes
Super Status Alive, Spirit-severance, Chronic Fatigue(Spirit, Body), Severe Fatigue(Mind), Burnout(Spirit, Mind, Body), Essence Strain(Impervious Pebble, Colour Control), Sleep-Deprivation
Super Body 2 (+1 Plain White Shirt)(-1 Burnout)
Super Quest Road to Heroism III, A True Hero's Name, An Unknown Power Super Mind 2 (-1 Burnout)
Super Points 4
Super Spirit 3 (-1.3 Burnout, Spirit-severance)
Super Powers
Impervious Pebble Gourmand's Insight
Color Control Jumper
Vigilant Aegis Unknown
Super Information
Super Name None
Super Status Alive, Spirit-severance, Chronic Fatigue(Spirit, Body), Severe Fatigue(Mind), Burnout(Spirit, Mind, Body), Essence Strain(Impervious Pebble, Colour Control), Sleep-Deprivation
Super Quest Road to Heroism III, A True Hero's Name, An Unknown Power
Super Points 4
Super Attributes
Super Body 2 (+1 Plain White Shirt)(-1 Burnout)
Super Mind 2 (-1 Burnout)
Super Spirit 3 (-1.3 Burnout, Spirit-severance)
Super Powers
Impervious Pebble
Gourmand's Insight
Color Control
Jumper
Vigilant Aegis
Unknown
Not having a wink of sleep last night, there was little to no change to the amount of fatigue he was feeling, and it reflected on the information screen. He could’ve used [Dreamless Drops], instantly knocking himself out to a forceful sleep, but the paranoia of what happens after ate at him. What if he woke up at a different place? What if he was kidnapped again? What if it was really hopeless this time? They could copy powers, they might be able to take them away too. Permanently.
The questions lingered, even after he distracted himself with movies or music.
“Haah…” Calvin sighed, closing the information screen.
His eyes were immediately magnetized towards what was hiding behind the panel. He stared, hands suddenly feeling sweaty, towards the middle of the field where a small park sat— the small park. The park where the 'thing’ happened. The park where the statues of the Seven, the 'supposedly’ strongest heroes of the city, just stared forward, unbothered by what was happening last night.
It was irrational, he was aware of that at least, but he couldn’t help but feel angry and helpless for some reason.
“Hmm?” His thoughts and emotions were cut off when a blue light appeared inside the small park.
In an instant, a gaggle of students and teachers appeared in the middle, looking around dazed, confused, and in awe. The teacher in front of them clapped once, getting their attention, before starting to yap and gesturing to the seven heroes.
“What are they doing there?” Calvin asked, nudging Quinn as his eyes narrowed suspiciously.
Quinn looked at him before following his gaze, “Class? I don’t know. Probably talking about the Seven or whatever.”
“Doesn’t everyone know about the Seven?” He asked, baffled.
“Teachers always keep teaching the same thing,” Ina answered in Quinn’s stead, “I’m pretty sure they teach cells and atoms or whatever every other school year. It’s annoying.”
Calvin’s brow raised and he smirked unconsciously, “What’s the powerhouse of the cell?”
“No idea,” Ina shrugged. “They taught. Never said we learned.”
“You have no idea how disappointed I am right now,” He sighed before another vibration on his watch grabbed his attention.
Me: I think the person that killed Trovik is in campus
Batty: fuck, kid.
Batty: you safe?
Batty: kid?
'Huh? Oh, she replied. That was… quicker than I expected,’ He hummed, typing discretely. 'Should I tell her? I mean, I guess Dox is in this chat too, so she’ll read this later.’
Me: I’m alive at least
Batty: do they know youre there?
Me: Pretty much
Me: They called me 'the subject’ or something
Me: They have a partner too
Me: Some guy with gold scarabs that can copy powers
Me: They have Trovik’s power
Batty: shit thats bad news.
Batty: that guy sounds familiar.
Batty: ill see what i can dig up on my end.
Me: Thanks
Batty: wheres d0x?
Batty: why isnt she replying?
Me: Busy being Dox
Batty: haha.
Batty: lay low, kid.
Batty: just say if you need to escape and hide.
Me: Will do
“So!” A loud clap jolted his attention back to the front.
A teacher, dressed in the most casual wear permissible for a government position, was addressing the class with a tone of lethargy not differing from Calvin’s own.
'Huh? When did I get here?’ Calvin was bewildered, looking around. He was in a classroom, surrounded by other students, and currently unsure what just happened. Panic set in as a thought came, 'Did I get brainwashed? Again? Wait— no. If I did, I’d be throwing up. Am I just really tired?’
As he was panicking and rambling in his inner monologue the teacher started talking, “Assignment for next week is going to be sent to your watches—”, pressed a button on a tablet in front of him, “now. Or you can just read it on the notification board. Whatever you want.”
'Assignment? Which class was this again?’ He looked at the new notification, the assignment that was just given, in hopes of a clue.
Assignment: Social Studies
Objective: Create and present a report on the specific governmental body assigned to you: Global Regulatory Organization for Wildlife Legislations(GROWL)
Reward: 3pts
Penalty: 3pts
'Social studies,’ He grumbled internally. The subject was less social than he expected and more study than he wanted. Much more study.
“You can read up on it in the network, there’s plenty of material there even if you don’t dig too deep. You can also go to the library— do we have a library? Eh, anyway, just do whatever. You can also not do it, but you know… penalties. Class dismissed.”
'I didn’t get to hear a single word of the class,’ He realized the state of his mental truancy just a little bit late. “Ugh… what even is GROWL?”
“Rawr,” Ina growled, chuckling as she approached. “Just do as the teacher said. Read.”
"My eyes hurt. Damn it, I don’t want to read.”
“You might forget at this rate, Cal,” She teased him.
“Then let me forget,” he buried his head into his arms and nuzzled the table, “I’m too tired. I just want to forget everything. I want to be a worm. Or a beetle. Just cling to a tree, chirp my life away in peace.”
“Until a bird swoops down and eats you,” Regina, with her usual tone of sarcasm, jested. “Why’s he like this today?”
Ina shook her head and tutted, “What usually happens when you don’t pace yourself with training.”
Calvin reflexively blew air out of his nose, 'So that’s how she explained it.’
In a way, it wasn’t too far off from the truth behind his unusually extreme state of lethargy. It was because of experimenting with Quinn until almost midnight that he didn’t have enough essence to do anything other than the desperate. Not that he blamed her, of course, but it would’ve helped to have a little bit more energy during that encounter.
“Pot, meet kettle,” Alex’s voice neared, scoffing as she spoke.
Ina pouted, “Who are you calling Pot?”
“Who was the one that was repeatedly sparring against the giantess, Sparky, and this goth chick until she looked like she couldn’t even go back to the dorm on her own? Any guesses?”
“Goth chick?” Regina muttered.
“Three people?” Calvin’s neck craned, judging the hypocritical demon girl.
“Ah! But I did go back to my room on my own,” Ina corrected her, raising a finger.
“You came back to my room,” He reminded her, stuffing his face back into his arms, “and ruined my sheets with sweat.”
“W—what?” Regina sounded shocked as she looked between the two of them.
“Ohoh~” Alex’s grin was practically audible.
“Get your heads out of the gutter,” Ina flicked the two’s foreheads.
“It’s practically her room too,” Quinn explained, smirking, “She spends more time there than in her own room.”
“Queenie!” Ina pinched her cheeks. “L—look, my point is, I know my limits. So it doesn’t count. Cal went over his, okay?”
“Quinn’s fault,” He said as he raised his head again, lazily pointing towards the nearest pink thing in his blurry vision.
“Pft—” Alex stifled a chuckle.
“That’s a plant pot. You pointed to a plant pot,” Regina spoke, amusement apparent in her tone, “you need rest.”
He looked back up again and squinted in confusion, finding a chic and vividly pink pot with a dying plant inside, “Who makes pink plant pots?”
“You should skip the next class,” Ina suggested, patting his head.
“What even is my next class? When is my next class?”
“Half an hour after lunch, so around three hours,” Quinn answered, having memorized all their schedules. “It’s that hatchling one you were looking forward to.”
“Ugh… damn it,” he cursed.
Another notification came to his watch.
“What the hell is it this time?” Calvin grumbled, opening the message.
arena challenge
Objective:
Reward: rank up
Penalty: rank down
“Oh for fucks— an arena challenge?” He crumbled to his desk.
Ina’s ears perked up, “Who?”
“I don’t know. Some guy named Marlon,” Calvin squinted to read better, “Marlon, yeah. You know who that is?”
“No idea,” she shook her head, looking towards the others, “You?”
“Marlon? Did Ivan get socked?” Alex echoed in surprise, evidently being a part of the 'I fell asleep on stage’ gang that was usually the result of the lazy man’s powers.
“Must’ve. Challenges can only be issued to those a rank above you,” Regina nodded. “Will you be okay, Calvin?”
He sighed, using his moderately tired brain to grab a specific item in his pocket, “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m using this again.”
Super Equip
Super Buff: Smelling Salts detected. Equip?
Yes No
Calvin sighed, popping the cork off the damnable object. “Desperate times…”
“What’s that?” Regina asked, eyes staring curiously towards the vial with a crystal inside.
He took a moment to glance between the salt from hell and the proverbial cat before deciding that curiosity should have what it's due, “Wanna find out?”
He stretched his arm over and offered it to her, like Daedalus giving his son, Icarus, a pair of wax wings, fully knowing that he’d fly too close to the sun and fall. With all the innocence of a curious child, Regina naively leaned over to the vial, observing it with every sense until she got to the only one that mattered.
“What—” Regina screamed and recoiled, pushing away the vial and making as much distance in a second. “What did you do? Why does it— ugh— burn?!”
“What is that?” Alex’s curiosity also got piqued.
He pointed the vial’s opening to her face, “Want to try?”
“Fuck no,” She said as she pushed it away, although her brief glances told a different story.
“Stop being like that and just tell us,” Quinn poked his face, annoyed.
“It’s smelling salts,” He said, grinning. Pulling the vial closer, he took a sniff himself and immediately felt his eyes water. “Fuck! Still as bad as I remember. Goddamn.”
“Villain,” Quinn shook her head.
“I hate you so much,” Regina looked at him with a teary-eyed glare.
“You asked,” He said, shrugging and looking over to his Super Information screen.
Super Information
Super Name None Super Attributes
Super Status Alive, Spirit-severance, Chronic Fatigue(Spirit, Body), Severe Fatigue(Mind), Burnout(Spirit, Mind, Body), Essence Strain(Impervious Pebble, Colour Control), Sleep-Deprivation, Fatigue Resistance, Mental Resistance Super Body 2 (+1 Plain White Shirt)(-1 Burnout)
Super Quest Road to Heroism III, A True Hero's Name, An Unknown Power Super Mind 2 (-1 Burnout)
Super Points 4
Super Spirit 3 (-1.3 Burnout, Spirit-severance)
Super Powers
Impervious Pebble Gourmand's Insight
Color Control Jumper
Vigilant Aegis Unknown
Super Information
Super Name None
Super Status Alive, Spirit-severance, Chronic Fatigue(Spirit, Body), Severe Fatigue(Mind), Burnout(Spirit, Mind, Body), Essence Strain(Impervious Pebble, Colour Control), Sleep-Deprivation, Fatigue Resistance, Mental Resistance
Super Quest Road to Heroism III, A True Hero's Name, An Unknown Power
Super Points 4
Super Attributes
Super Body 2 (+1 Plain White Shirt)(-1 Burnout)
Super Mind 2 (-1 Burnout)
Super Spirit 3 (-1.3 Burnout, Spirit-severance)
Super Powers
Impervious Pebble
Gourmand's Insight
Color Control
Jumper
Vigilant Aegis
Unknown
A frown formed on his face, 'They’re still there? What do the resistance stuff do anyway?’
Super Help
Fatigue Resistance
The Super’s current level of fatigue is temporarily reduced by one level and the rate of gaining additional fatigue is decreased.
Super Help
Mental Resistance
The Super’s ability to resist mental attacks is increased.
'I mean, it’s better than nothing,’ He breathed deeply, feeling the effect of the fatigue alleviation through the burning in his lungs. “Feels good after a while, right?”
“Go die,” Regina growled, throwing a tiny ink sparrow to his face.
“Blegh,” He calmly took a towel from his pocket and wiped the ink off, “Rude?”
Alex snickered, “Pot, meet kettle.”
“I gotta go to the arena,” Calvin grumbled, standing up while looking at his watch. “I have like… eight minutes. Damn.”
“Dorm’s at least ten minutes away if you run, doofus,” Regina mocked.
“The manager will pop in and drag me there anyway,” Calvin shrugged, collapsing back onto his seat. “I can just wait here.”
“Ten minutes?” Ina muttered, scratching her chin while in thought.
“Uh oh,” Quinn muttered, sighing.
She grinned, turning to Regina, “Wanna bet?”
Regina returned her gaze, “Terms.”
“Me getting there before Calvin gets teleported in.”
The goth girl crossed her arms, ruminating as she looked suspiciously towards the girl, “No powers.”
“Deal,” Ina nodded resolutely. “Stakes?”
“My nickname back.”
“Nope,” She shook her head. “It’s mine.”
“Tsk,” Regina looked away. “T—then… a wish!”
“A small wish,” Ina negotiated.
“How small?”
“One assignment small.”
“Deal!”
The two shook hands before Ina immediately darted out of the room, with Regina following behind her and summoning birds.
“Well that happened,” Alex muttered, taking out her watch to play some games as she walked out. “See you guys at lunch.”
“Bye,” Calvin waved.
After she went out of the room, only Quinn and Calvin were left. Quinn took out a small ball and pressed a button, enveloping the two of them in a barrier shaped like a cone, “You good?”
“Could be better,” He sat up, looking around and at the barrier. “What’s this?”
“Cone of silence. Anyway, report’s done. They’re probably doing something about it soon… although expect to be monitored for a bit. Safety reasons.”
“So… no using cheats?”
“You’ll be an honest and up-standing student for a bit.”
“How long?”
“Until the two bastards get caught,” She sighed. “I asked to be updated as much as possible.”
“I guess I’ll be exclusively 'the pebbler’ for some time, huh?”
“I also told them to keep as much as our privacy… private. At least in our dorms. You can probably use your other powers there, but take this, at least,” she patted the barrier-projecting device.
“Thanks, Quinn,” He nodded. “You should probably take this down, she’s going to be here any minute.”
“Just pocket it,” She shrugged, walking away and out of the room. “Pay me with pizza.”
“I’ll make it the cheesiest,” he gave her a thumbs up.
A few minutes later, while Calvin was trying his best to stay awake, a large woman wearing a brown tracksuit appeared from thin air in front of him. Her face sported the ferocious grin and the menacing eyes of a predator, the usual face she had.
“You don’t look busy,” She said, looking around.
He shook his head, “Just tired, Maxine.”
Maxine narrowed her eyes, making her look somewhat bloodthirsty, “Don’t use me as a shuttle, honey. I’m only letting this pass because you look like shit, but never again, okay?”
“Give me more than fifteen minutes next time,” Calvin complained.
“At least let me catch you while on the way,” She chuckled like a hyena.
Calvin felt her hoist him up her shoulder before the world suddenly changed like a slideshow between two different frames. It was instant, wildly different from the modular room’s teleportation. No barf and no butterflies, the only thing he felt was getting picked up by the dorm manager.
“Here you go, honey,” She said, chucking him forward. “Now fight!”
Calvin did a forward flip and landed on his feet, “Hoah… damn. Why does she always do that?”
He took a breath and cracked his neck, looking around the area to find Ina panting in front of the stands, covered in sweat and ink. He chuckled before looking upwards, craning his head to look at the names on the holographic screen above.
Calvin
VERSUS Marlon Herdengirr
▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 100%
100% ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
“Herdengirr?” He echoed the weird but oddly familiar last name before finally looking at the challenger, eyebrows raising high up as he recognized the person. “Lonnie?!”
“I feel stuffy wearing this,” Alicia complained, stretching the blue medical mask strapped on her face. “Why do we even have to wear this? We have camo tinker tech?”
“Puffers wanted it,” the superhero next to her, wearing a white shirt and overalls while holding a pair of giant scissors, gave her a shrug. Her focus was on the bush in front of her, using the scissors to snip off a chunk of the unfortunate shrubbery.
Alicia turned towards the other superhero who was diligently cleaning up branches and leaves snipped by the unqualified gardener. She couldn’t help but shake her head, wondering why she even agreed to do something like this.
Currently, they were pretending to be gardeners and snipping away bushes at the scene of the crime. From the supposed VVVIP’s report, the incident happened right in front of the Seven’s statues. Specifically in front of Damsel’s.
They had already done the preliminary sweep of the place, finding nothing but shards of rotten eggshells.
Her attention went back to her partners, sighting as she looked at them seriously gardening, “You two… we’re here to investigate, remember? Missmoke?”
“You’re here to investigate, we’re here to hide the fact that you are doing just that,” Missmoke pointed the giant scissors towards her. “Just go do your thing. Puffers and I will take care of the rest.”
The superhero kneeling on the ground gave her a thumbs up and a reassuring smile, unfortunately, hidden behind the mask.
“Just… do your jobs,” She mumbled, giving the area a once-over before taking out a bottle of pills. She took one out of the bottle and stared at the circular tablet for a moment before gulping it down.
“What’s that?” Missmoke asked.
“Painkillers. Sort of,” She explained briefly before pulling on her power.
For a moment, her entire world turned silent. Her consciousness disassociated from her body and found its way into the lake of the present. All around her were a pair of bright, sun-like consciousnesses, her two partners currently using their powers to mask their presence. Full of life and emotion, albeit somewhat muted, thanks to the pill.
'This part still sucks. So bright, ugh,’ She thought, subsequently moving towards the river of the past.
The flow was steady at the start, fighting back against her and her power with only the lightest force. A few seconds later, or a few minutes in the past, the flow started to grow heavier and more forceful. From a whisper to a gust, it was a weak but noticeable change.
'This place is more desolate than the reports said. Does anyone even come here?’ She looked in disbelief at the faintest glimmers of consciousness swimming in the stream. 'Maybe I didn’t need to take a pill. Whatever, what’s done is done. Where is— they would’ve been in a crisis, so it should be the brightest consciousness at… around midnight? Let’s keep—’ “Shit!”
A wall of pure light appeared out of nowhere.
Alicia didn’t even have the time to brace herself before slamming against the wall with all of her consciousness. Immediately, vivid emotions of excitement, sadness, anger, annoyance, and a myriad of others overwhelmed her to scream at the top of her non-existent lungs. Despite her taking medicine to lower her empathy, the unusual amount and inhumane intensity broke through that numbed sense and made her brain light up like a nuke.
It lasted for a few seconds, a short amount of time for most. But a few seconds of feeling the emotions of more than twenty people full blast was enough to make it feel like an eternity.
Then, nothing. The emotions ground to a halt. The world became muted once again. Her power forcefully threw her out.
She was back.
“—mo! Memo! Are you okay?! Say something!” Misspoke shouted, looking down at her worriedly. “Puffer! Call support—”
“No!” Memo stopped her, “I’m okay. I’m just— ugh…”
A surge of emptiness overcame her. Forcibly getting ripped out of a maelstrom of emotions like that made her feel numb and sensitive at the same time. She felt a void in her chest, yet her heart pounded like a jackhammer, ready to wrench her ribcage open and tear her skin apart.
“Haah,” She started hyperventilating, panic seeping in as her own emotions rushed back.
“Breathe, girl. Take minute. Here—”, a bottle of water appeared on her hand, “—drink.”
She took the water and started chugging it to empty, throwing the bottle on the ground before breathing a sigh of relief, “Thanks…”
Missmoke nodded, “You good now?”
“No,” she shook her head, “in a minute.”
Puffers tapped her shoulder and started signing, “Should I still call for backup?”
Alicia shook her head, “It’s fine. Just give me a minute.”
She breathed and distracted herself from her mind, darting her eyes around to overanalyze her surroundings instead of herself. A technique she was taught to ground herself back to reality.
Instantly, she latched on to the most unusual. Everything around her was covered in fog, at least up to a certain point. Smoke was spread out in a radius centring Puffer, covering both them, the small park, and a few meters beyond.
An anomaly to most people, if it weren’t for Missmoke.
She couldn’t see since she was inside the fog, but she was aware of the super’s power. From the outside, there would be nothing amiss, as the surface of the smoke would reflect mundanity to the ordinary viewer. For most people, it would be quiet and normal. For some, there would be some people milling about. It all depended on what the person thought was 'normal’.
After a minute or so of overanalyzing everything, she turned back to the other two heroes with a frown, “That was bad.”
“What happened?” Missmoke immediately asked.
“I—I don’t know,” she shook her head and scrunched her face, recalling the encounter, “it’s like… a wall of memories?”
“Meaning?”
“A wall of people’s consciousnesses. Something blocked me from going back.”
“They were just suddenly there?”
She nodded, “Popped in out of nowhere.”
“Does that usually happen?” Puffer, the other hero, signed with her hands.
“Not in places like this, no. It’s like a group of people were suddenly teleported into the area… and everyone was already feeling intense emotions— like intense emotions. Think someone killed your family, or the love of your life married you. Everyone was feeling a variety of that,” She shivered, remembering the experience.
“It’s like they knew exactly what to do to stop you,” Puffer signed.
“Oh shit— your ruleset leaked?”
“I’m not a Canon Gimmick. I’m a Mythos,” Alicia corrected her, “I doubt my lore leaked… so it probably means someone figured out a way to stop me from seeing the past.”
“That’s good…” Missmoke nodded, “Not the stopping thing. The not leaking thing.”
“I knew what you mean,” She chuckled.
“So, what now?” Puffer signed, shrugging her shoulders and raising her hands. “Do we report back?”
“Are you sure?” Missmoke asked worriedly. “Don’t you want to rest more?”
She nodded, taking out the same bottle of pills from earlier and gulping two down, “It’ll get harder if too much time passes… I need to do this now.”
Missmoke and Puffer looked her up and down before nodding, “Anything you need?”
Alicia paused for a moment, deliberating in her mind, before taking out an autoinjector and handing it over to the woman, “If I go insane, use this. You know how to use it, right?”
“Insane?!”
“It’s an if. Can you do it?”
Missmoke sighed, taking the object, “I know how to use it.”
She nodded, “Good. I’ll be back.”
“Be careful,” Missmoke sternly spoke.
“Good luck,” Puffer signed, giving her two thumbs up.
Nodding to those words, Memo went back under, swimming against the river of time and memories.
Martin was brushing his teeth for the third time today, unsure of how to spend the rest of his day. He’d been assigned to be a teacher for a year in the Academy. Nothing else. No side missions. No secret missions. Not even extra classes. Just one class for one whole year.
This left him with a lot of free time. Time he had no idea what to do with— until a message appeared.
Sky: Memo is in a coma
Sky: There’s an incident in the Academy
Sky: I’ll investigate it myself, but I can’t leave the 'hole’ situation
Sky: I’ll get someone to brief you and send you some files
Sky: Be careful, Martin
Sky sent a file
Me: Undestood, sir.
“Incident…” He muttered, opening the first file that was sent. It was a report of criminal activity within the campus, “Two disguised individuals… one using a metal weapon like a spike, the other using scarabs… sounds familiar?”
Sky sent a file
Sky: Keep an eye on these two
Sky: They’re the victims
Curious, he opened the file immediately, seeing two familiar pictures inside. He sighed, massaging his temples, doubling back on the photo to make sure he didn’t see wrong, “Again?”