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chapter 3 ; abode

I keep fucking up the chapters, if y'all see "(f/n)" its supposed to be "[f/n]"

I'll be doing some edits to fix these kinds of mistakes, so don't worry about missing any story details

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TO: YOU

FR: YAMASHITA KAZUO

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SUBJECT: help

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help me

>> PHOTO ATTACHED [1] <<

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You opened the photo, and it appeared to be a map... covered in blood?

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The plan was to angrily complain at whomever had been interrupting her sleep, but she was met with something unusual so it made her lose her anger. In short, she wasn't sure how to react. Was Kazuo in danger? If he really was, would he have enough time to send a picture of a map of where he was?

Either way, he asked for help and [f/n] wasn't going to leave the old man alone.

And so, she stretched her body and loosened her joints up for the day. Satisfying pops echo throughout her apartment. She remembers that her shift was in the afternoon, so she didn't have to worry about it until later.

Off to the shower.

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The train was crowded.

[F/n] constantly looked at her phone, always referring to the map Kazuo had sent her. She didn't want to be going the wrong way. It seemed that the next stop was where she needed to be.

The [h/c] haired girl had a fair grip on the hanging strap, but even so her body was quite light and was susceptible to stops and curves. The slight movement as a result of the laws of the Earth annoyed her. But that wasn't the only thing.

Her senses tell her that she is being watched. It felt like two pairs of needles lightly poking the area around the back of her neck as she watched the world flash by through the window. [F/n] can definitely pinpoint the owners of those eyes, but she wasn't in the mood to. She assumes that they'll be gone once she leaves.

She arrives at a stop, and many more enter and exit the board. This time it was extra packed. A lot of people were moving around at the moment. The slight brushes of clothing and smelly skin made her scowl.

Finally, the doors began to close, making everyone prepare for the trip that was to come. People stood still, and many of them were too close to her form. Different smells were identified by her sensitive nose: fresh bentos, cheap perfume, sweat, bad breath, etc. It reminded her of how long its been since she traveled somewhere other than the restaurants near her work.

All of a sudden, a firm chest hits her head and body from behind. [F/n] turns her head and glares. Contact that was more than a poke was way too much for her.

The hooded stranger quickly steps back with his hands in the air. With an "innocent" look he apologizes. [F/n] knew that it wasn't sincere. She couldn't let him off the hook for feeling her backside up like that. But, at that moment, you realize.

He was one out of the two pairs of eyes that she had felt earlier. [F/n] pushes her way through to find a new place away from the pervert. She would have to control herself in public. The train was already too crowded for anything drastic.

The train comes to another stop, known also as the maid's destination. She waited for most of the people to step out, so she could exit comfortably. She also took advantage of the small amount of people left in the train to find the partner of the pervert. The crowd diminishes to reveal a man facing [f/n]. She glares, to show that she was aware of him.