My grip loosened on the delicate feather, bringing it up close for inspection. It was simple and grey. Could this have a deeper meaning? I flipped it over and found sloppy handwriting that read, "Follow me on Instagram: GrnCybrgNinja". I blinked. And blinked again. THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?!? My brows furrowed and I threw the piece of shit at the ground, forgetting it was a feather and watched it float back down at my feet. Hmph! I started walking away from the terrace when curiosity got the best of me. Damn Genji and his stupid Instagram! Why do I care about what you did the past years? My hands reluctantly picked the feather off the ground and shoved it into my handy dandy satchel that hung next to my sake. It looks like I'm going to have to download Instagram tonight.