Cremation Intel

Home Sweet Home.

The high school girl, or Himiko Toga as she introduces, looks around the apartment building in awe. The building's first floor is home to the reception counter and security checkpoint. The guards stiffen at the sight of the bleeding girl clinging to your arm but calm down when you wave off their concern.

Walking towards the elevator, Toga gasps when the doors open to reveal a glass elevator. She looks to you as if to ask "is this real," but you just ignore her. Guiding her into the confined space, you pull a key card out of your back pocket to swipe in the slot next to the board of buttons. A light flashes green after the doors close. Without even pressing a button, the machine lifts from the ground floor.

Toga watches the outside world as the elevator passes each floor.  She ooh's at the dazzling lights of the city when you finally reach the penthouse. Entering the entryway of the floor, you pull out a different keycard to swipe at your front door. When the door finally unlocks, you push open the door and gesture to Toga to enter.

"Go sit on one of the bar stools at the island. I'll get the first aid kit." Leaving the strange Beta to her own devices, you stroll deeper into the penthouse apartment to retrieve the kit.

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Toga covers her gash with both hands, even though it is only slightly bleeding now. She takes a seat on a leather barstool in the kitchen area. Looking around the room, Toga hums in an attempt to comfort herself.

To the right of the fancy kitchen, against the wall, is a staircase leading to a second floor. While in front of her is what looks to be a spacious living room, only separated from the kitchen by the back of a couch. No dining table or chairs are in sight, and judging by the lack of scents in the large apartment, Toga assumes that you live alone.

Speaking of scents, Toga ponders about your lack of one. It wasn't uncommon for pack-less Betas to not have a strong enough scent to detect by nose alone. However, your overly protective and caring nature makes her skeptical about that theory. It's almost as if you're an Omega. But that would be impossible. No normal Omega would willingly live alone, let alone in such a scary neighborhood. Not to mention, no Omega she knew of could afford a penthouse.

Himiko stops her thinking when you reenter the room via a hallway between the kitchen and living room. Carrying a large white box with the tell-tale cross on its lid, you make your way over to the only other empty stool at the island. Taking a seat, you flip open the lid and begin rummaging inside for gauze and disinfecting wet pads.

Toga absentmindedly kicks her legs back and forth. "I need you to take your sweater and shirt off, if that's ok." You order her.

"Okie-doki!" Himiko begins removing the top half of her clothes, excluding her pink sports bra.

You frown at the sight of old and new scars scattered across her torso. A slight alarm also goes off in the back of your head about how open she was with her body... especially to someone she hardly knew. Your frown deepens. Taking the disinfecting pads in hand, you silently clean the wound. It wasn't deep enough for stitches and had mostly stopped bleeding, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Placing the dirtied pads on the countertop, you grab the gauze. "Tell me, Himiko, why were you in that alleyway anyway?" As you bandage her injury, you expectantly await her answer.

"Mhm," she begins. "I told you, I'm a villain."

You nod.

"I was trying to ask those guys if they would join our group." She looks away guiltily, her two pointer fingers pressing against each other.

Snipping away the excess gauze with some sicssors you tape the bandages into place. "I see. So, they turned on you? You should probably call your boss then. Do you have a phone?" Raising a hand to pat her head, you smile gently. Toga really was just a kid, after all. Providing her some form of comfort after such a traumatic event was best.

She shakes her head. "No, those guys took it."

You hum before pulling out your personal cell. Holding it out to her, you allow her to take it. "If you don't call your boss, then at least call whoever takes care of you and explain where you are. I don't think it would be safe for you to walk home at this hour." And you were right. It was nearing three in the morning, and thunder rolled in the distance.

Toga nearly burst into tears at your kindness.  She nods her head as she quickly dials a number.