The Exchangers (On Hold)

The Blond Psycho

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(Kurayami⬆)

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Kurayami's Mind-

We finally arrived at the asylum,. Veronica parks the car and we exit walking towards the prodigous dull building.

Charles Intensive Mental Care Institution. A place where only the most insane people are kept under maximum security.

It's obviously a really fun place.

This entire situation is quite interesting. Veronica is now co-owner of one of the largest industries in the world. Even my father would be impressed. But can she handle all of it?

Veronica holds the door open for me bowing dramitically as I enter. She is quite the gentlewoman.

I chuckle and aproach the reception desk. There sits a middle aged woman with graying brown hair pulled back in a bun so tight it looks painfull. Not a single hair is out of place, impressive actually.

On either side of the desk there are two metal detector machines. It looks like you're average airport metal detectors. They both have a large conveyer belt where you set down all of your belongings that you have with you in a plastic bin. Then there is your average door-frame sized walk through metal detector.

Veronca approches the receptionist.

"Hello we're here to see Piper Adams."

The woman gives us a strange look.

"You must be mistaken, miss Piper Adams isn't allowed to have have visitors. Ever."

"I am never mistaken, she's being visited today. " Veronica gives her a challenging look.

"I'm sorry miss, but I can't allow that." The receptionist returns the look.

Stubborn woman, good employee.

I take out my phone and do a little research. After I'm done I approach her.

"My name is Kurayami Kato and this here is Veronica Russo. You don't know our faces but I'm sure you've heard of the many interesting things our names have done. I think we both know that the best thing is let us through." I give her a threatening look framed with a smile but she just purses her lips and shakes her head stiffly. Irritated I clench my jaw and go on.

"No? Maybe this will change your mind. Your name is Lisa Shroud. You are 47 years old, have four children, and you are currently divorced. You live in a three bedroom house at 4356 Akers Street. Oh and you are currently using your children's college savings to support your cocaine addiction, guess they're just going to have to go through college the hard way, right? By the looks of it you owe quite an amount of money to our close friend Chains, too. Tut tut tut. Little Suzy's future just wasn't enough was it? It would be quite a shame if Chains found out where you lived. You'd be surprised at how ruthless someone can be when something is in their way obtaining what they want." I give her an innocent smile.

After about two-seconds, the realization of what we could do hit her in the face like a truck. She quickly scrambled to get us badges. Once she handed them to us she gave us instructions as to where Piper was.