PUPPET MASTER. that's what they call him. known for his ability to manipulate people solely for the benefit of his own purpose- he's DAMN good at it, if his success was any indication. ( needless to mention the constant prowling on the streets as police attempt to garner evidence of his whereabouts. instead they find artfully crafted wood in his place fit with glassy eyes and fancy edges. designed to implode their investigation, they work, because eventually they give up their search. ) yes, he’s always been FREE.
HE’S SEEN. his organization? a HAVEN for drugs and trade, a sanctuary for addicts and those "trying out."
HE CONTROLS. on top of the food chain, he is WORSHIPED as the king of the hierarchy. accompanied by his puppet, he is mystery's disguise, respected and held to the highest standard across the country. few say the puppet is cursed. others say it was what had led to his FORTUNE.
HE HOLDS AN EMPIRE. gangs before him have been wiped out before they could start. losing to a SUBPAR product would only serve to tarnish his reputation. he can't let that happen. ( what kind of businessman would he be, then? )
there's only one he can't seem to diminish, however.
it is the trademark brand of a highly-addictive TOXIN created to enhance the user's eyesight. as the current market's bestselling drug, many would KILL to have a whiff of it. police were desperate to find the leading source considering the many who'd fallen blind because of it. USELESS. the investigation proved to be a major FAILURE. the PROFITS milked from the drug allowed its beholder to live a life of consistent LUXURY and protection. CLIENTS couldn't talk, WORKERS were threatened into secrecy.
they did a good job of keeping it hush hush. he’s even blamed, and as much as he would like to take the credit, he knows it is not the art of HIS WORK, because NO ONE was able to crack down the coordinate shipments they came from.
and that is why he suspects the billionaire hyūga household to be apart of it. ILLEGAL DRUG TRADE? they have the resources, and all of the operations must be over the phone since he's never seen the businessman of the house entering the city's most questionable areas. at least, that's what a little birdie tells him.
that’s why he’s become all the more suspicious.
months of watching and waiting with the restlessness of his desires tugging down on him, it’s finally time to STRIKE. his goal? search the mansion and scavenge whatever they can use against the drug dealer. if his intuition was right, he could possibly make millions. as long as he got his hands on that recipe... FUCK IT, he would.
the afternoon’s the perfect time , with him being out and its remaining members not home. he's studied their schedules, knows the ins and outs, only determined to make sure everything goes smoothly.
when his men disable the alarm system from the outside, ( they've learn the password, watching them for so LONG. ) they sweep in from the window and split up to look. time is their biggest issue; they doesn't have much, mainly because of the SIZE of this house. six hours maximum would give them time to check at least ten rooms. it would suffice, but their pace has to be CONSTANT.
the few servants inside are roaming around running errands. avoiding murder would be their biggest challenge, though it was doable. stealth would have to be on their SIDE. otherwise, he sees no reason to worry as long as they’re out of his way.
that was UNTIL he senses movement in one of the bedrooms he passes in the corridor, a teenage girl's voice following shortly after. eyes widened, he stops.
SHIT. shouldn't they be in school?