𝐊𝐎𝐄𝐍┃alltake. [on hiatus]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.

𝟎𝟑 : 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
ᵃⁿ ᵃᶜᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗ
⚠︎ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

𝐓omorrow would be the day that he would meet up with Ran, that bastard he met on his late-night ramen search. 

    Did he want to go? no.
    Did he want to disappoint the man? no. 
    Did he find the man odd? yes. 

    The appearance of the man was weird. He had weird muted purple hair with black strips gliding in between. Although Takemichi did not take a better view of the man, he did notice the weird rectangle-shaped tattoo he had on his neck. He could only see about half of the tattoo, the other half was covered by the white collar of his shirt. 

    The tattoo's placement was surely odd, I mean, who would want a tattoo on their neck, situated right at their Adam's apple? mind you, places with hard tissues or bones hurt the most when it comes to tattoos.

    Now setting aside the ingenious placement of the tattoo, Takemichi put on his slippers and made it out of his room and into the dark corridor of his house whose lights were still not turned on. He flickered the switch of the lights and made his way into the kitchen where he decided what he was gonna make for breakfast. He did regret not deciding or preparing for what he had to make beforehand as he considered breakfast to be the most important meal of the day. In the end, due to him not having any food in the house, he just bought some cereal from the same store he went to last night and got ready. 

˗ˏˋ 死 ˎˊ˗

   𝐇e put on his brown leather shoes which had a few wrinkles on them, his shirt fit perfectly, not too tight, not too loose for his liking and he made it out the door. His coat was on his body, protecting him from the cold, slow whistle of the dead morning, and his bag hanging by his side. According to the Director, the office wouldn't be so far away from the house he would be staying in so he would be able to walk to that specific place. What still confuses him is the fact that there were so many people in his department who would have been way more suitable for the post of the Office Administration Head so why him?

     The wind was chilly, the people were strange. His eyes wandered around the streets, trying to memorize it because this is where he'll live here till who knows when. He shifted his gaze back to his front and he noticed a man, probably in his 60s, approaching him, a creepy smile plastered on his face. Takemichi gulps and decides to ignore the man as he walks past him, not even sparing him a glance. He stops. Or should I say, he was forced to stop. 

      The old man had a strong grip on his right wrist that was getting more painful by the second. Takemichi shrieks and flats away the hand and starts running-walking to the nearest shop. His shaking figure looks back, the old man still following him.