The Truth May Vary | Honoka & Iwamine
Nobody was really hanging around in St. Orwell Garden when the sun was setting- people had better things to do. The caretakers had run off, getting out early and no doubt grabbing a drink. So Iwamine took the opportunity to take care of a certain matter. Getting used to the garden's layout wasn't all that difficult for him, and now he knew the place like the back of his hand.
And he had to- Eden Tower did not provide a lot of options when it came to the disposal of cadavers. Thankfully the security at the garden was a lot laxer- none of the students were troublemakers, as far as they knew, so they had learned to put down their guard a bit and assumed the wealthy children would stay behaved.
Iwamine wiped the back of a gloved hand across his sweaty forehead after reshaping the soil and rearranging the small flowers in it back into place. Another cadaver exposed of, and another job well done- he could finally go back home. He turned to head back to the entrance when he spotted a boy turning the corner. Caught slightly off-guard, Iwamine narrowed his eyes, failing to notice the spot of dirt on his cheek and littering his gloves. Nobody was supposed to be here- all of the times he's done this, he'd gone on undisturbed. This was a first.
"Pardon me, but I am conducting an experiment here, and I'd rather this soil go undisturbed during the duration of it."