Yoko's room
In Yoko's room, the dim glow of her laptop screen illuminated her focused expression as she typed away, fingers flying over the keyboard. She was deep in her research, determined to unmask the man from the CCTV footage.
I'll set the facial recognition scanner to search the EU databases first. Then, expand if I have to, Yoko thought, her eyes narrowing with concentration. The laptop screen displayed a live feed of silhouettes—various figures slowly loading as the program scanned through thousands of records. That mask can't fool this program, Yoko assured herself, watching as the software worked tirelessly in the background.
The screen flickered as the program cycled through potential matches, running cross-references and pulling data from every available source. On-screen, the outlines of faces filled the digital space—some faded, some sharpened, but none quite matching yet. Even if he's used to operating in the shadows, it's only a matter of time before a camera picks him up somewhere, Yoko thought, a determined smirk forming on her lips.
But with the program still running, Yoko decided to give it time. She pushed back her chair, the slight creak of the wood breaking the quiet of the room. I should check on Mikey while I wait, she thought, standing and moving toward the door. One last glance at her laptop, where the silhouettes continued to load, confirmed that the program would alert her once it had a match.
Yoko was just about to turn the knob on her door when her laptop beeped, and a robotic voice announced, "Match Identified."
Hm? Yoko thought, turning back. "That was fast."
Curiosity piqued, she walked back to her desk and sat down, eyes scanning the screen. Various pictures and accounts of the supposed masked man filled the display, each one more unexpected than the last. The man, who had seemed so elusive on the CCTV footage, was now posing in all sorts of public places, his face uncovered and completely casual.
"He has... a Snapgram account?" Yoko muttered, her disbelief evident.
She clicked on the profile, and instantly, more photos appeared—this time showing the man in a variety of ridiculous, almost carefree poses. Beaches, coffee shops, even selfies in front of famous landmarks. "He certainly isn't camera shy," Yoko said with an incredulous laugh. It was the last thing she'd expected from someone who had been lurking around the Malisorn estate.
But as she scrolled through the images, something caught her attention. She squinted, leaning in closer to the screen. "Wait a minute... This can't be right."
Yoko's brows furrowed. "Either this guy's got a twin or someone's playing a very dangerous game."
Meanwhile...
Mikey stood by the window, her little face pressed against the glass, her nose squished flat as she peered outside with narrowed, suspicious eyes. Beside her, her trusty duck plushie was mimicking her stance, its beak squished against the glass too, as if also deeply invested in the unfolding mystery.
"Something's up, Duck," Mikey muttered, her voice serious, like a detective uncovering a grand conspiracy. Her eyes tracked Signora Conte, who was walking determinedly toward the gate, a large bottle of bleach swinging in her hand. The scene outside couldn't have looked more innocent, but to Mikey, it screamed of intrigue.
"Who carries bleach like that unless they're hiding something?" Mikey whispered to Duck, her little brows furrowing deeper. The plushie, as always, offered silent agreement, its squished face pressed in solidarity against the window.
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The Nanny // Faye Yoko AU
FanfictionI used to think the world was magic. My life was one long party that seems to never end. My parents gave me everything. I adored my parents so much. They showered me with so much gift that I couldnt see who they really were. Until it was too late...
