Torcher Gang BRIO: [Arc RETCONNED]

A Lifetime of Hurt Hurts Once a Life (Chapter 1 Part 2)

     After a few minutes of me calming down, I went to the receptionist desk to get a room. I didn't have enough money to get a room, but the receptionist saw that I had one booked for me and gave me a key anyway. I was quite baffled on how I could have a room before even booking one myself. It didn't matter, this was probably just some miracle or Ursin booked the room for me, knowing how much money he has. 

     I made my way upstairs and arrived at my room, though when I got there, the door was somehow opened already. I had the key, someone could've just gone in on their own, unless it was the maintenance or something. But when I opened the door, the everything became clear.

     "!? Oh, Hello again, Cleaver, Heheh."

     "Fire guy!?" I dropped my bags where I stood and looked at him with shocked eyes. "How did you- wait, why- Dios mío..." I just facepalmed while the Fire guy was sitting at a desk, with a notebook and pen. 

     "My name is Leon. Leon Torcher. Sorry, I didn't tell you before."

     "Well, Leon... How did you even get this room? Were you spying on me? How did you even know I was coming here?"

     "Educated guess." 

     "WHAT TYPE OF EDUCATED GUESS IS THIS!?" 

          I closed the door and sat down on the bed. Leon returned to writing on the notebook in front of him, later closing it and turning on the TV. The station on was the news talking about yet another terrorist attack. Mysterious incidents of dead bodies appearing on the street with holes in their chest. The news was horrific but it didn't make me scream or cringe. I just watched while Leon did the same. When a commercial came on, I turned to look at Leon, though he was still engrossed in the TV. 

     "Why am I just suddenly cool with this?..." I said, lying back onto the bed, holding my head. The silence was unbearable. I had only met this weird-ass guy tonight and we're just a fine like nothing happened, like we've been friends for years. I obviously was thrown off by the vibe, but I decided to at least make a solid ground between us two. "So what do- er, like to do or whatever?"

     He seemed to slowly turn towards me, giving me a surprised look. He was lost in thought for a moment before responding. 

     "I like to do whatever other people like to do, as long as it's not bad."

     What an ambiguous answer. I can already tell this conversation was going to go no where, until he asked me a question of his own. 

     "What do you think about justice?" He asked, staring at me with almost curious eyes. I didn't know how to answer that question. I mean, of course, I know right from wrong, but it's never up to me to step into the acts of others for justice. I was always the one to play it neutral. If I witnessed someone being bullied, I didn't want to step in; I might just cause more problems than good. If it wasn't my business, it wasn't my business, just as simple as that. So really, I can only answer that one way.

     "I try not to think about morals and stuff like that. I don't usually act upon what is not my problem..."

"Oh? Is that so?" He seemed to be thrown off by my answer, yet still sounded so interested in my opinion. He got up and walked to the kitchen area, where he made himself a cup of coffee. "You have yourself a little issue to take care of, tomorrow. Ursin, is his name? He taken quite a disliking to you, and a distasteful one, at that."

     "Wait, how do you know about that? We were in private, in the car."

     "I have an unnatural skill to analyze any situation. I was watching your interactions with Ursin at the school and I could tell he had ill intents towards you. I figured he would most likely settle whatever grief he has with you, tomorrow. Whatever conversation he had with you in the car is beyond my knowledge. I only know that he has a problem with you, but I don't know the reason. Maybe you can tell me?"