What if MC was a Hunter?

"Shopping"

"Shit!" Saeyoung's arm that was propping his head up slipped, causing his head to bang against the desk. He's up very late, or early if the sun peeking through meant anything-which it didn't, he's rather used to a lack of sleep by now. Although, he's awake for a much different reason than normal-he is doing research on the latest RFA member, MC. It's turned out to be much more difficult a task than he had initially expected, which raised some suspicion from the redhead.

For some odd reason, all the information about MC stopped about three years ago, when they were 18. He had many theories for this. Witness protection program, a dark past, or possibly even being a spy like him? He shakes his head, realizing that sounded ridiculous. From the pictures he had seen of them, they seemed to be a normal person. Of course, the most recent picture was about six months ago...maybe they're just camera shy? He isn't sure, but no matter how he tried to look at it, all it did was give him a bad feeling.

Shaking his head again, he closes his laptop and decides to get a couple hours of sleep before Vanderwood comes in with his new assignment. Laying in bed, he struggles to not worry about MC. If they're that naive to just follow the instructions of a random stranger to the apartment, shouldn't he be watching them to make sure they don't get into further trouble? Groaning, he rolls over so he has a clear view of the monitors. He watches them carefully until he's lulled to sleep.

MC lies in the bed-the dead girl's bed-and sighs in frustration. All they wanted to do was return a phone, and now they're stuck in a dead person's apartment, preparing to plan a party. Fan-fucking-tastic, just what they'd been planning to do. They weren't even sure when the party would be, no one was, it could be ages until they got out of here! It's not like they had a choice though, the members had threatened to charge them with breaking and entering the apartment. Curse this Unknown, curse everything. They just wanted to get this done, and go back to the home they were living in.

Sure, they were 21, but they lived with many other people in a large house. It worked similar to a school. They'd receive missions, and travel out to fulfill them, spending the rest of their time doing research for others or attending school, depending on their age. It was a good life, or as good as it could get while being a hunter. They never wanted to be, though. They hated to think of what caused them to become this, to live this sort of life.

That was why they didn't want to get involved in this "RFA" business. They didn't want these kind people to be placed in danger because of them, not to mention that they were far too busy to plan parties. They'll plan this one, since they're forced to, but then they'll take their leave. Turning towards one of the only windows in the apartment, they notice the sun rising. Sighing for a second time, they sit up, stretching as they yawn from another sleepless night. They rarely slept due to the nightmares, so it's not like the lack of sleep affects them that badly. Although, they do miss the peaceful sleep they had when they were younger...

Jumping out of bed, they immediately groan in regret, realizing it's much too early to be moving that much. They slowly make their way to the kitchen, but pause in realization.

This apartment hasn't been in use for who knows how long. What sort of food would be left?

They open the fridge, and find it empty, as they had expected (and hoped, since they didn't want to deal with rotten food). Checking the cabinets, they discover various canned foods, and choose canned corn for breakfast.

"I suppose I have to go to the store later..." they mutter. Turning around as they pop open the can, they search the drawers for a spoon. After finding one, they eat while walking around the apartment, checking out the place. Everything is covered in thick layers of dust, as they had previously observed, and everything seems to need a deep cleansing. The windows are dusty, and they hope there wasn't any mold. Their phone chimes, and glancing over they realize it was the RFA chat. Sighing, they pick up their phone. A chat was occurring, seems as though Jumin and Zen were fighting about something...

I won't join. I need to get out of here and do my job, anyways.

They decide to message the person who seems to be the one monitoring everything, 707. After sending a quick text asking to leave the apartment, they walk over to the trashcan, throwing away the now empty can, and rinsing the spoon. The water looks strange...probably since the pipes haven't been used in so long. Their phone begins to ring, and they look over-it's 707. They quickly pick up the phone.

"...Hello?"