Arknights: (Y/N), Silhouette Calls

(Y/N), The Private Detective

3rd P.O.V

Under the orange sky, the flea markets are a bustle with people in the streets. Smokes rising from the foods on barbecue stands and a long line could be seen.

It is a heartwarming scene with most of them enjoying the comfortable atmosphere, except for the ones that dislike being in crowds. Even in the crime-filled city Siracusa, happiness can still revolve around its people, but the question varies. 

The sounds of the mass chattering suddenly changed to curses and scream as a young man ran in haste from a group of Lupo men chasing him. Where, lupo is an individual with wolf-like traits. 

There is no fear nor agitation present on his expression as he swiftly moves through the market. His trained flexible body gives him more options to evade obstacles and avoid crashing into pedestrians. 

His mouth huffing for quite a while, indicating that he is out of breath. Yet, he has to keep going for his plan to work. The plan does not only benefits him but, it is also for some people's sake. Not wanting for them to go through what he has experienced. 

In one quick motion, he turns his body to the left and skits on the smooth marble pathway. He faces a wide dark alley which is empty of humanoids, except for the dirty wastes scattering around on the rocky surface. 

According to his estimation, the preparations should have been ready. All he has to do is to bring the complete the last objective for the mission, or his efforts will come to nought. 

He was too absorbed in being cautious to the plan that he almost let one of the lupo mafia members slice him with a dagger. 

[GAH!] - Lupo mafia member 1

The dagger was released from the man's hand after (Y/N) twisted his wrists. He kicks off the pathway and rushes into the alley leaving behind that man to cry in pain. 

The leader of the small mafia gang smirks when he saw (Y/N) going into that direction, knowing that it leads to a dead-end. 

[Walk slow boys, that amateur is going nowhere in that alley... corner him] - Boss

[Heh, that new meat is just a nuisance, Boss] - Lupo mafia member 2

The Boss took his steps slowly as his boys follow suit. The black suit on him has a small custom insignia on the right top of his chest. 

Shadows loom over his group of 20 men with him at the front, into the dark place. His men form two lines behind him as he laughs through the alley to mock (Y/N)'s bad luck for going here. 

(Y/N) maintains his composure while keeping his eyes ahead, not wavered by the laugh of his pursuers. He did not intend to be the subject of laughter, but rather be the twist of it. 

There is no more running for him as he also walks further into the alley. Boss found it funny that (Y/N) took his time being slowly chased by them and thought that he might have given up in running. 

Only footsteps could be heard, as small dirty pools splash against his feet. The boss glares at (Y/N)'s back, while focussing on the white medium-sized crystal in (Y/N)'s hand. Visible from the gaps between his fingers. 

When they were running, time felt fast but now, it's the opposite. Yet, (Y/N)'s adrenaline is still constant, for the insurance of his own safety. 

The spare time gave Boss to think... why would the young man he chased choose to go to this alley out of all available choices?

He has some suspicion about (Y/N)'s actions but Boss shrugs it off. What he wanted is the crystal within (Y/N)'s grasps, which he needed to rise higher into the Mafia families in Syracuse.