Twelve Star

Chapter 2

The days went by, all each party got was a puzzle. A series of random garbage gibberish or so it would seem to the common everyday chad. The numbers were encoded in a system known as Tensile encoding. It isn't hard, the base concept behind tensile encoding is simple really all it is is really just various simple coding algorithms applied one on top of another. The problem with it being simple is it has no unique described of what type of coding system it is unlike in the case of the complex which any professional cryptographer can guess the encoding system by just one look at it. The biggest issue with tensile is you never know the number of layers of encoding which makes the task theoretically impossible and hence the perfect test to see who is worthy of such a competition of wits and skill. 

Vm0weE1GbFdiRmRXV0doVVlteEtWMWxyV25kVU1WcHlWMjVrVjFac2JETlhhMk0xVm14S2RHUjZTbFpXTTBKRVZrZHplRlpyTlZkYVJtUnBVbXR3UlZkV1pIcGxSazVJVm10YVdHSkhhRmxWTUZaTFUxWmFjbGR0ZEZOTmJFcEpWbGQwVjFkSFNrZFhiR3hXVFVaYVRGcEVSbUZXTVZaeVQxWldUbFpZUWtsV1Z6QXhVekZrUjFkclZsSldSM001

-code given

The police department was in shackles for this wasn't a merit-based system where an officer ranks up unlike it ideally should be the higher-ups were dumber than a bunch of Dodos and they just cowered in fear and kept thanking their stars that they were not the calling pieces for the police's invitation into the games. Losing all hope they did what any coward in that situation would they cried for help to people they barely knew and all their requests fell into the void. They couldn't find a single person who could decode this message.

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Insignia stands before this rotten-down college. It wasn't bad just old like REALLY OLD. They tried their best to resurrect but there was moss-covered on all the walls. Then it realizes the old aspect makes it perfect as most incidents would be runoff as accidents as the place would definitely be filled with "unfortunate accidents" and old forgotten locations. It steps closer to the moss and touches it with his hands. " It's coated in zero friction liquid. Soo escape is impossible" it mutters to itself. Then he walks to the security at the front gate.

"Show your student ID." Says a guard. Clearly bored at his job. I mean who would even want to come into a place like this. It gives a casual response "I left it in the hostel" and the guard makes way. 

"What was soo special that this HAD to be the location? I mean security is one thing but to hold said "Game of all games" here? There has to be something wrong. I can't let my guard down."

The place was neither crowded nor deserted, there were a couple of groups of first years being hauled everywhere. Must have been showing campus around. Insignia realized he will have to hitman this up if he is going to be undercover so he heads to the hostel dorms. It was a building of two floors, the front part was new while the back was the crummy old building just painted to look new. It walked in hoping to kill someone and assume their identity when they were suddenly bumped and an envelope slid into its pocket. It discretely rushed to a bathroom stall before unveiling the contents. Inside which had an ID and a location and time for something. The games had given them personas so as to not create mass chaos on the first day alone. Its ID was Sayandeep Paul. "Well that is a weird af name now I gotta try harder to be under the radar."

There was also a note and some keys which he assumed were that of his room's, he would have to check them later. The note said but one thing,

" OAT X ECLC tonight @ 1830 " 

- : P

These didn't seem like any code in particular. He decided to discretely ask one of the bypassers, 

"Hey, do you know where this OATXECLC is?" 

"Huh?" replied the stranger. It was obvious he wouldn't know the weird acronyms of the place, he was new here as well. He then asked the security who told him the location of said place. He decided that was information enough and decided to head to his room to catch some sleep until the night.

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"Daym this is boring as shit, why am I waiting out here in the cold. Who's dumb fucking idea was it to even hold it at this fucking late in the evening."

"This seems like the OAT, guessing this shit ass building next to it is this "ECLC", now I should go down this road in between it huh?"

Reaper proceeded to head towards that dark alleyway when he noticed something written on the road with chalk.

"Diagon? Aw fuck, is this a mfing Harr..." 

A bag wrapped around his head covered in chloroform and he was knocked out.