A few minutes before eleven, in an undisclosed location... a young man sat quietly in the cover of darkness. Hiding away in some sort of bedroom, with the sun having set long ago. His hair disheveled and messy, matching the room around him.
The main, sole source of light is the holographic screen hovering over a desk, idly having the image of some human knight sitting in a throne. The knight had long, blonde hair, his eyes a pristine emerald green. A jaw chiseled like marble, with a scar over his nose. Donning his body, solid gold armor with a red cape sewn from the finest of material.
And surrounding him? A harem of elven women. All of different hair colors and eye colors, dressed in very- skimpy- clothing. Wearing the finest of jewelry to complement their very... enticing... figures.
The guy behind the knight types away with a joyous smirk, slumping back into his custom-designed swivel gaming chair- thick, comfy, something to lean back and unwind against, and a great support for back posture. A variation of the typical office chair, albeit with some caveats and differing purposes.
This chair, in particular, is custom-made for this someone, with wires and panels installed into the left armrest. Something for his metallic arm to rest against and use accordingly, its artificial fingers idly tapping away at the rest with keyboard clicking sounding out.
The chair isn't the only bit of technology, however. Holographic screens light up over his personal desk, these thin floating pictures emitted from several external displays. Various tasks hovering about, with one of them being...
... a folder.
"This... this is interesting. I was skeptical about the Underworld, but... your group has delivered quite a bit for three day's worth of information."
Hmm.
The guy's experience with the Underworld is recent. A lot of information has been gained from just one mercenary, which is... curious, to say the least.
He personally had to meet some sort of courier for the Underworld. An "Hermes", as they're so aptly called... all sorts of them spread throughout the country, and meeting with him personally. A whole conversation with the formally suited man, also dressed in his own formal suit... it was actually relatively casual, compared to other criminal services. The courier was quite professional and civil about all of it.
The one thing that's caught his attention, however...
"The alias is one single name, one that you should not use lightly. If you require this mercenary's services again, remember to request the Stalker of the Underworld... also known as..."
"... Kuroiwa?"
"Yeah, really. Heard her scream it and everything, Dot. Kind of nuts."
In the middle of his... fantasy activities... this young man - "Dot", as he is called - is in contact with the Executioner's hacker. Using a moniker of his own, Dot is the name he uses when speaking with mercenaries, clients, and work colleagues.
A drastic difference from "Arthur Montagne", the Knight of Goldheart.
Dot has been multi-tasking between talking with the Repairman and typing to his elf harem. So far, the Repairman and Dot have spoken for about approximate twenty minutes, calling and chatting on an encrypted network. The pair having complete and total freedom to talk at lengths about mercenary work in the Underworld, having this very conversation shortly after the hacker's truck's arrived at Indianapolis.
It's always around halfway past ten that the two take this call, really. A sort of routine. It's that perfect time zone for both of them, regardless of where the Repairman ends up in the country, where they just chat and chill and keep each other awake. The wonderful nature of online friendships.
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Revenge Fantasy
Mystery / ThrillerKuroiwa. A known name throughout the black market, belonging to a figure that has gone unseen. Every job they post, regarded in the highest demand by countless criminals and mercenaries. Every job they take, carried out with a terrifying and inevita...
