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Wednesday, 23 November 1789, 9:10am
Country: Eldoria
Location: Helios Academy, Combat Class, Room A2
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“Hey Loid! How are you doing?” Angela inquired with a concerned expression.
“I-I’m fine, I suppose,” I replied, wincing as I accidentally bit my tongue.
“Are you okay?” Angela asked, worriedly.
“Y-yes,” I stammered, hoping to mask the discomfort caused by my tongue-biting blunder.
“So, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in your class?” she inquired.
“No, it’s already over,” I responded, waving my hand dismissively.
“Oh, I see. Time has flown by, huh? I didn’t realize,” she chuckled lightly.
“Well… Angelica told me to find you. Perhaps she wants to talk to both of us… again,” I shrugged, indicating my uncertainty.
“Alright, let me quickly wipe off my sweat,” Angela said, getting up and exiting the room.
“Maybe she’s going to take a shower,” I thought to myself.
…
“Oh, it’s going to take a while, I suppose. Can’t really blame her,” I mused.
“Let’s take a look around in the meantime,” I decided, standing up and heading towards the door.
As I opened the door…
“OUCH!”
*THUD!
*UGH!!
“HEY YOU! YOU BASTARD! CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING?”
His voice was filled with arrogance, and when I observed him, he resembled a typical delinquent one might encounter on the city streets. His ears were pierced, sporting earrings, his hair was unkempt, and his shirt was dirty with… blood stains.
“This seems unusual…” I thought, alarmed by the presence of blood.
“Must be a thief or something,” I speculated.
“Hey, you! Stop right there!” I shouted, attempting to apprehend him.
“This guy started running!”
I waved my hand and utilized my psychokinetic abilities to restrain him.
I forced him to kneel and delivered a swift blow to his ribs.
*UCK!!
“I’ve got you now, you miserable piece of trash! You won’t escape!”
As I held the delinquent, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. I could feel the weight of the situation and the danger that lingered in the air. His pained expression and the blood stains on his shirt raised more questions than answers.
“Who are you? What have you done?” I demanded, my voice filled with a mix of authority and curiosity.
The delinquent grunted in pain but remained defiant. “None of your business, you freak! Let me go!”
I tightened my grip, using my psychokinetic abilities to exert more control over him. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”
Just as I prepared to question him further, Angela emerged from the room, her expression turning from surprise to concern as she took in the scene before her.
“What’s happening, Loid?” Angela asked, her voice filled with a mix of worry and confusion.
“I found this guy,” I explained, gesturing towards the delinquent. “He seemed suspicious, and his shirt had blood stains. I think he might be involved in something.”
Angela’s eyes widened, and she took a step closer to get a better look at the delinquent. “Blood stains? That’s definitely concerning. We should call the authorities.”
Before we could reach for our phones, the delinquent mustered up enough strength to break free from my grasp. He stumbled back, clutching his ribs, and glared at us with a mixture of anger and desperation.
“You’ll regret getting in my way!” he spat before turning around and attempting to escape.
I swiftly moved to intercept him, using my psychokinetic powers to create a barrier in his path. He crashed into it, falling to the ground once again.
“Enough running,” I said firmly, my voice laced with determination. “Tell us what’s going on, or we’ll have no choice but to involve the authorities.”
The delinquent hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between us. It seemed as though a battle was raging within him, torn between his desire to escape and the realization that he couldn’t outrun us.
Finally, with a defeated sigh, he relented. “Fine, I’ll talk. But you won’t believe me.”
Angela and I exchanged a glance, silently conveying our commitment to finding the truth. “Try us,” I said, my voice gentle but firm.
The delinquent took a deep breath, his gaze meeting mine. “My name is Ethan, and I’m not a criminal. I’m being hunted. Those blood stains on my shirt… they’re not mine. I stumbled upon something I shouldn’t have, something that’s led dangerous people to come after me.”
“Dangerous you say huh?” I grinned and approached him and touched his head
“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” The thug shouted
<Psychometry>
As I touched Ethan’s head, activating my psychometric abilities, a rush of information flooded my mind. I closed my eyes, focusing on sifting through the memories and emotions tied to the blood stains on his shirt.
In an instant, I saw fragmented scenes, like flashes of a film reel. Images of a dimly lit room, the sound of hushed voices, and the unmistakable scent of fear permeated the air. It was clear that Ethan had been caught up in something far more sinister than a simple act of thievery.
As the visions coalesced, I witnessed Ethan stumbling upon a hidden meeting between two groups of individuals engaged in a heated argument. The tension was palpable, and it soon escalated into violence. In the chaos that ensued, Ethan found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught in the crossfire between the two factions.
The blood stains on his shirt were not his own but were the result of a grievous injury suffered by one of the individuals involved in the confrontation. It became evident that Ethan’s fear and desperation stemmed from the realization that he had unwittingly become entangled in a dangerous conspiracy.
I withdrew my hand, releasing Ethan from my psychometric grasp. Opening my eyes, I glanced at Angela, who had been observing the scene with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
“It appears he’s telling the truth,” I said, my voice filled with a newfound empathy for Ethan’s plight. “He stumbled upon a confrontation and got caught in the middle. The blood stains on his shirt belong to someone else.”
Angela’s expression softened as she absorbed the revelation. “So, he’s not the criminal we thought he was. He’s just an unfortunate bystander.”
Ethan, still recovering from the impact of crashing into my barrier, slowly lifted himself off the ground. He eyed us cautiously, his previous defiance replaced by a glimmer of hope. “You… you believe me?”
I nodded, extending a hand to help him up. “We do, But care to tell about those people ?”
He nodded and agreed
After Ethan shared his story, I turned to Angela and nodded, silently agreeing that we should help him. It was clear that Ethan was in danger, and as individuals with extraordinary abilities, it was our duty to assist those in need.
“Let’s get you to the infirmary,” I suggested to Ethan, offering him support as we walked. “You need to rest and recover from your injuries.”
Ethan nodded gratefully, accepting our assistance. The three of us made our way to the infirmary, where I informed the staff about Ethan’s situation, ensuring they would provide him with the necessary care and keep his presence discreet.
With Ethan settled and his immediate safety assured, Angela and I left the infirmary to focus on investigating the case further. We knew we needed to gather more information about the dangerous individuals hunting Ethan and uncover their motives.
Before we began our investigation, we decided it would be wise to inform Angelica, our mentor and the head of our organization. While Angelica could be strict and intimidating, she was also resourceful and had connections that could aid us in our efforts.
Finding a quiet spot, Angela contacted Angelica through a secure communication channel, relaying the details of our encounter with Ethan and the subsequent revelations. We emphasized the urgency of the situation, stressing that Ethan’s life was at stake.
After hearing our account, Angelica’s voice emanated from the communication device, her tone serious yet concerned. “You’ve done well in assisting Ethan and verifying his innocence. I’ll make sure to handle any potential fallout from this incident.
With Angelica informed and her support secured, Angela and I focused on using our abilities to unravel the mystery surrounding Ethan’s predicament. Drawing upon my fragmented memories and heightened psychic perception, I delved into the remnants of the confrontation I had witnessed through psychometry.
As I concentrated, scenes and impressions materialized before me. Shadows danced across dimly lit rooms, fleeting whispers filled the air, and faces obscured by darkness emerged like specters. I grasped onto these glimpses, piecing together the puzzle of Ethan’s dangerous pursuers.
Meanwhile, Angela utilized her pyrokinesis to uncover additional information. By channeling her power, she could ignite flames that revealed hidden symbols, scorch marks, and any other traces left behind by the enigmatic figures involved in the conspiracy.
Together, we combed through the school grounds, searching for any clues that would lead us to the identity and whereabouts of the individuals Ethan had inadvertently crossed paths with.
As we followed the trail, we engaged in whispered conversations, piecing together our findings and sharing our suspicions. The atmosphere crackled with a mixture of apprehension and determination as we drew closer to the truth.
Hours turned into dusk, and the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the school. Finally, we stumbled upon a hidden basement concealed beneath the main building. The door creaked open, revealing a secret chamber where the conspirators had conducted their clandestine meetings.
We cautiously entered, our footsteps muffled by the heavy silence. The room was adorned with strange symbols and diagrams, hinting at occult practices. A sense of foreboding enveloped us, but we pressed on, unwilling to be deterred by the sinister atmosphere.
Suddenly, a faint sound echoed through the chamber, alerting us to the presence of someone nearby. We exchanged a glance, knowing that the moment of confrontation had arrived. Drawing upon my psychokinetic abilities, I readied myself for any potential threats, while Angela channeled her pyrokinesis, flames flickering around her fingertips.
From the shadows emerged a figure, their face obscured by a dark hood. Their voice echoed with an unsettling calmness. “I see you’ve come, Loid and Angela. Your interference ends here.”
The air grew tense, and a shiver ran down my spine. It was clear that this confrontation would not be resolved easily. As we stood face to face with this mysterious figure, we braced ourselves for what was about to unfold, ready to protect ourselves and unveil the truth hidden within the shadows.
