A man walked with a letter in hand. He was dressed as blandly as possible with nothing peculiarly striking about him, as planned. He came to a perticular building, one that didn't stand out from other ones either, but was very far away from the centre of the district. As he went inside, he slammed the letter on the counter. The other man on the counter looked up at him with a shocked expression.
"This is the last time I do this shit for you." The man with the letter growled, leaving the letter and immediately turned around and headed for the door.
"Thank you for the cooperation, sir!" The man behind the counter yelled out, knowing he'd return again.
The man had hazel hair and neon green eyes. He was of a normal built and stature, the only thing that stuck out about him was his crooked nose that he broke a long time ago. His name was Ruben.
He sighed as he looked at the letter. He went into the dark room where he usually took them.
"I have another letter. He said this was the last time he'd do this for us." Ruben said, kind of laughing at the situation.
"Ah, as always." A childlike voice spoke up from the darkness.
The room was pitch black as always. He heard a match being lit. A bit of light illuminated the room, shining over the face over the girl that was inside. She came up to him as he gave the letter to the much smaller girl. She headed back to where she originally was and sat down. There was an uncomfortable silence.
"She's missing." She spoke up, her voice almost nervous.
The candle cast a little light over her face and the paper she was reading. The light revealed small childlike features on the girl who was reading. Her eyes a bright shade of lilac and her hair shortish pink was kept in a small messy bun. Her face was puffy and filled with dark freckles all over her cheeks and nose. Her name was Lovisa Persson.
"Who's missing?" Ruben questioned curiously, his face unseen from the dark.
"Eloenore Marais." She stated, a face of shock written over her childlike face.
He fell into a state of shock. Even if it did make sense, he felt devestated that she got destroyed, even after so many years of not seeing the woman. Out of so many people he knew, he felt the most bad for her.
"So, she became a worn out Judger?" He asked uncomfortably, gulping a bit, knowing the answer already.
"Actually, no." Lovisa answered solemnly.
"What do you mean?" Ruben questioned, actually surprised that he didn't know the answer already.
"She went missing. After that explosion we set up, she just went poof." She explained, going out of the shadows finally.
And indeed, she was just a child. She wasn't taller than 150 centimeters and she had no curves on her body. On the outside, she looked twelve at most. But the thing was, she wasn't mentally a child. Mentally, she was one of the most mature people that someone could meet.
"But doesn't that mean...?" He started, unsure if he was right or wrong.
"She's still alive, yes. We need to find her." Lovisa stated firmly, going quiet and in her head for a second.
Her voice was oddly calm and soothing through her speaking. No matter what she said, it always sounded relaxing. She could give the worst of news and she'd still sound comforting.
"How? Where could she be? The only one who would save her other than us is..."
"Adrien. Adrien Marais." She finished his sentance one more, looking like she was deeper in thought.
"And here I was, thinking that we'd have to wait for the next games to break out. This just got a whole lot faster, not to mention easier." She grinned, happy with the outcome.
"We need to do this fast, I don't like the idea of her being with Adrien too long." Ruben stated, looking like he disliked Adrien to the core.
"He always was their stupid little dog. He'll fill her head with stupidity and things like 'this is how it's supposed to be'." he continued, rolling his eyes as he imitated Adrien's voice.
"That's what I'm worried about. There's a reason she didn't come to us when he saved her." Lovisa said, thinking about this for a long while.
"He probably filled her with nosense already. I saw him recently. He looks even more brainwashed." Ruben continued to bash him, not really focused on solving the problem.
"No, something else is in question here. Seems to me like she doesn't remember anything before she became a Judge." She thought about this theory for a bit.
"Well, this became a lot more complicated than I thought." He answered, rubbing his temples, ready to blame Adrien somehow.
"Not necessarily. It's easy to trigger memories. This'll be easier than you think." She assured him, knowing what she was talking about as always.
"So what do you plan on doing?" He questioned her.
"Well, why not stop by our old friend?" Lovisa suggested, smiling in an odd way.
"He's no friend of mine." Ruben gritted his teeth.
"Opposing opinions doesn't mean someone's not your friend." She answered, somewhat in her own head.
"Friends help each other." He continued stubbornly.
"He has his own free will..." She said softly and like she genuinely understood.
"It's because of him that his shit happened. Almost all of us got killed and Elle..." He stopped himself, thinking that she got the worst fate of all.
"I don't think it was his fault. He's the type of person that tries to do what he thinks is right." Lovisa answered, not looking bothered by his disagreement, in contrast to his disposure.
"Look at what he did to Elle!" He yelled out.
"He loves her very much, Ruben. He didn't do anything to her. He didn't know she was involved." Lovisa spoke like she didn't have a care in the world.
"He should have helped us out, but you'll obviously never understand that." He continued speaking roughly, obviously blaming Adrien for this whole incident.
"It was his choice. But, if you want my personal opinion, I think his choice might be different now." She hinted something.
"Like he'll help us." Ruben rolled his neon green eyes.
"I'm sure he will, judging by his current situation..." She trailed off.
"Meaning?" He asked.
"You'll see soon enough." She said calmly, somehow calming him down as well.
