Auxiliary Detective

Part 1.

Summer Class.

Just a week ago, I just got a call from my parents. They told me that I, a 17-year old ‘boy’ should find a part-time job before I become 18 next year. After that, they will cut off my allowances leaving only for the tuition fee.

Unfortunately, I’m lazy and a shut in.

I don’t leave my house, unless its urgent, or the wifi is down.
I live my life in total pleasure. I watch anime whenever I get to use the wifi of my next door neighbor (totally a crime btw), play video games like a teenager, and also as a guy I watch some adult videos.
Ok I watch a lot.
So how could I possibly find a part-time job if my social skills are only useful in certain situations?
And talking to normies without making myself feel awkward is not my forte.

Talking about topics that I couldn’t care any less.
I can talk to them normally, but that is because of my skills in copying what normal people do on a daily basis. Internally I'm conflicted whether to run or find some excuse, especially when you want to end a conversation; sometimes it ends rather awkwardly that would haunt me for the rest of the day.

They warned me that if I didn’t have a job by the end of the week, they will find one for me.

But wouldn’t that be convenient for you? They’ll do the job hunting for you, while you just sit around and do nothing. What’s wrong about that?

Well, I may not be able to properly argue with that logic, however last time when my parents got to decide what my future will be, they forced me into an altar boy for a year. And that was so awkward.
Good thing I wasn’t in those kinds of churches, or I’ll be sucking something really hard by now.

Anyway, as I was leaving the gate of the University, I happen to spot a recruitment ad that was glued on to a lamp post. It somehow stands out from all the product placements around it.
It intrigued me since it was handwritten instead of being printed.

What the poster says:

Help Wanted:

I need a cannon fodder, someone that can survive my ridiculous escapades. You will be paid handsomely depending on how well you perform. Odd jobs are to be expected, so don't just rely on one skill.
Further instructions are written below:
East-district, St. Anna street, Crooks apartment (Room 5)
Qualifications will be given once you arrive.
-Rachel De-…

What the hell?
The last one seems important. There were diagonal marks clearly on the sides of this notice. Some advertisement must have placed on top of this one. Probably the reason why this is my first time I'm seeing this poster. I could have sworn that, out of the many times I have passed this lamp post, this is the first time I’ve seen this advertisement.
It’s so specific and yet so vague on what job it offers. It does feel like an odd job thing.
Even the person who wrote this only left their 1st name while their last was erased accidentally.

It looks to be hand written,  then photocopied.

Strange.

Its in my best interest to try and stay away from these kinds of suspicious ads. One doesn’t simply find an ad then finds himself having an awesome time of his life.

This is definitely a bait.

I think I’m in(?)
It was already noon, and the class for my major subjects are already done. If I were to go now, my 2 hours vacant would be enough to visit this place at the same time having enough time to go back and finish my minor subjects.

The notice was so bizarre that it made me curious as to who and why they wrote this, instead of just typing them.

And in hope that I’ll actually be accepted in this job.
The description sounds simple. Survive?

They even underlined it as to put emphasis on what I am about to get myself into.

And besides, this looks easy. Just become a support,  assistant,  or even aid?  Even OFWs are having the time of their lives in the US, even the USSR accepts them.

I would like to say something like, “what could possibly go wrong?” But I know how my luck will turn out if I say something cliché like that out loud.

Oh.. Incidentally this is the last day of the week where my parents told me to get a job, so I’m desperate, ‘this time.’