Aster lands in a another world where he finds himself on the private property of a crime syndicate. Initially he isn't accepted, but it is his goal to rise up the ranks and get recognition within the syndicate as it's the only thing he has!
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"Firstly, allow me to introduce myself. I go by Palette, Palette Smyth. A strange name, I know", said the clearly vengeful spirit. Fleur could now recognise him even more, his voice, that name, it all made sense. "I know who you are!", she said in a determined voice. "Are you sure about that young lady? You may have been familiar with me a year ago, but things are different now." Demitris quickly grew suspicious of the spirit, "Are you sure you're not messing with us?", he enquired. "I'm positive.", answered Palette.
A slight draught was felt by the pair, as if Palette was vigorously moving around, "Look around the room", he said. "See what you can find, that's the beauty of these mysteries.". Confused and slightly urged, both Fleur and Demitris began looking around the room, just glancing at the things inside. "Look harder!", demanded Palette his tone clearly indicating that the two living beings were searching for something important, possibly even his life's work.
Fleur went to the far corners of the room and dug around, "If this is what it takes to find the soldiers, this is what I'll do!", she enthused. Demitris, hesitant at first, remained in the main areas, as the reason they were looking for the soldiers in the first place was because of lack of money for the higher ups; but then he thought back, why was he so willing in the first place? Was it greed? Not at all. The reason he went to this fragile village was because he was doing it for Rou. Upon realising this, he and Fleur began to work together.
"Ah, cooperation, such a desirable situation. With nothing to lose, it makes things so easy. You feel as if you can depend on your companion, an unbreakable bond, a friendship that only gets stronger the more you work together. I used to think friendship and love were the only beautiful things in this world that seemed so unequal, and crime syndicates worked closer than anyone else; but when betrayal and vengeance get involved, you become violent, you see the truth in your once seemingly loyal friend, and you find the beauty in destroying them instead."
"Palette, are you okay?", asked Fleur after their speech. "That's something you need to uncover yourself.", he answered. Demitris could relate to his words, having seen the traitor at the auction. Maybe the things they were looking for would reveal their identity for them? Maybe Palette knew of the traitor before their plan went underway? "All I can see are these papers", Fleur sighed. "Collect them, we need them all!", Palette exclaimed.
"What are you talking about?", asked Demitris. "We can't just take them, they're not ours!", he exclaimed. "You're not taking them, I'm giving them to you.", said Palette. "What?", asked Fleur. "I'm giving you the responsibility to spread the word on what I have found." . "I don't know what you're talking about.", said Demitris. "I know you don't, but I do. I know you don't know what you're doing, but I do. I know you're scared, but I do. I know you're confused, but this case, these notes, they'll heal the ugliness of the syndicate's leadership.", insisted the spirit.
Demitris felt a welcoming beckoning in Palette, if he were indeed a former member of the Okumura syndicate, he must've known of the betrayal and manipulation going on before he did. Fleur was becoming more and more confused, yet still remained convinced she knew Palette before he died. As she picked up more papers, blurred images flooded her mind, a time before she had to deal with intruders, traitorous associates, and friends dominated by a single emotion.
"The pieces will be in place...", remarked Palette. "A long year of living in this bleak place, I'll finally fulfill my wishes.", he thought. Fleur and Demitris placed the last papers on the table, turning to the approximate location of Palette's spirit. "What now?", asked Fleur. "Analyse the notes...", Palette answered.
The living pair nodded, trying to read the notes as much as they can. The dark was closing in, so the words were barely visible. "Demitris, can you read what this says?", requests a stumped Fleur. "I can't make it out entirely...", answered the auburn haired man. Then it hit him, "Wait a minute, I think I know who these notes are referring to...". As the day drew to a close and the night set in, a conclusion was about to be made about the syndicate, and the man who was killed in the midst of a betrayal.
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