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I warn you, this chapter includes a murder. Please be aware of this before continuing. This is for entertainment purposes only, therefore I ask you do not hurt anyone in the way your fictional self is about to. Thank you!
No matter the circumstance, you would protect whatever meant something to you. You are a perfectly sane individual, however, you refuse to tolerate endangerment of friends.
You slid a pocket knife into your pocket, caring not if you would eventually be caught and charged for your crime. The evidence of the staff members threats were lined up neatly upon your desk, all collected with the use of gloves. Down the line there was a journal, a knife, and a pair of glasses. Said staff members tends to wear glasses, and you happened to steal a pair as evidence for if you're sent to trial. You originally harbored no intentions of harming him, but once you found detailed plans that described murder methods against the Ra*bits members, you drew the line. He was a typical, American individual by the name of Mike. Note that Mike is not known for violent, or even weird, actions. You genuinely respected the man prior to discovering his intentions.
As you departed into the midnight, cloaked in dark robes, you heaved a sigh. Heart racing, you knew what you were about to do was a horrendous act to commit. However, the notebook filled to the very last page with descriptive murder plots, specifically targeted at a boy named Hajime Shino, you could not stand idle and watch.
You quickly made your way into the ES work building, ascending the stairs as fast as possible. The lights had been dimmed from most employees departure, leaving only Mike on his overtime shift to sort paperwork. Speaking of paperwork, such tasks would be forwarded onto you after his death. Despite, you didn't mind the extra work. T'would be a reward, if anything. "Mike?" You called out into the hallway.
"Ah, Producer!" He exclaimed from inside of the office room. "Why are you working so late?" "I could ask you the same question," you laughed it off as you approached the room. Stepping inside, you smiled at him. "I forgot my jacket, like an idiot." "Really? I think you hung it up over there." He pointed to the far corner of the room. "Awesome, thank you," you nodded your head. "Why are you still working?" You questioned, placing a hand in your breast pocket. "Haha, I had extra work for the idols," he told you. He seemed so.. normal? It seemed almost implausible that he'd plot such a thing. Having known he could have been framed, you collected security tape evidence as well. You had seen him with that specific book on numerous occasions, and you have security footage of the moment he dropped it; only for you to collect it. "Which group?" You questioned.
