File #010 [The Missing Persons Incident || Open]
Well, this was a twist alright.
A fresh new face... seems like she was no worse for wear but man, this poor thing’d gone right from the frying pan into the fire. Did she even know about the whole ‘let’s kill your friends, it’ll be awesome’ part? He was guessing not. Lately he’d felt less and less charitable so the others could catch her up. Honestly they were probably still willing to deceive themselves with this friendship game. He had too, briefly, but that’d been nipped in the bud recently. All the better. He would look into mystery girl’s story later but for now he wasn’t in the mood to go through all the preliminary conversations. As soon as those were out of the way, he’d have time aplenty for her. He probably wanted to be alone, he knew that much, but wasting time with self-pity was... well, a useless past time, and one he’d mostly left in the past. So the least he could do was make himself useful. Sure, maybe the chickadee was the key to this mystery but until he questioned her more he wouldn’t know. So for now he’d keep a cool head and have a look elsewhere. The weather station seemed as good a better as any so to the grey sad looking building it was!
He pushes the doors open and winces a little at the musty decor. The grey clashed against the white that was not all around his feet. Hard to tell if the place had been touched recently but... one thing was for sure, it didn’t really fit in with the usual town’s fare. Which is why it was interesting, really.
Much like himself, really.
And perhaps much like his position among his peers.
The truth of it was returning, being alive as a whole, would only trouble people. It’d certainly ruin his family’s story of him being tragically killed in the riots... and the people he worked with? Hell, they’d either find another broker or cheer the demise of another lowlife. So where did that leave him? Well, it left him wanting his survival. For no one but himself, he supposed. Did that new girl have people waiting for her? He didn’t know her, didn’t even get the name, but she probably did. They all did, no doubt. So they might be fighting for their own life even harder, with a passion he couldn’t possibly empathise with. Quite the disadvantage.
‘A brave mask for a weak little man’, was it?
Weak was a stupid word for it, in his eyes. Sure, people can hurl their stones and call him this and that. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t disappointing she thought that, either. He was simply being smart. It was fine like this. Their fault for thinking sticking around and being supportive meant something. It was as he told Hina. Those who want to believe you will. Even if all the evidence says otherwise. That’s what a bond should be. A best friend. A girlfriend. A parent. Two parents. A whole school. How many people would abandon him? People were the worst. He was just making use of them, like they made use of him so where was the harm in that? There was no way he could just stick around and believe in someone sincerely, not anymore. Bearing your heart or whatever, it was impossible. Hell, he wasn’t sure he had anything left in him to give, anyway.
At this point, Suishou just shrugs off the intrusive thoughts. They won’t help him. And help is what he needs about now if he wants out of here. The group is thinning and if he doesn’t want to be next he needs to hurry up and MacGyver something that either makes him useful or gets him out of here. Honestly, preferably the latter. He peeks into one of the file cabinets and flicks through some of the envelopes before hearing the door creak open once more. It’s a good thing it’s so loud. He regards the person with a look and then tilts his head almost shrugging before going back to his searching.
“Ah, if you’re here you can pretend I said something very clever or charming I’m sure. So-rry, too busy to really think of something good.“
