Code: Execute

Code: Found

[Y/n] arrived home and immediately made a list of what she needed to clean, mend, or throw out. 

Her dirt-covered hoodie and leggings needed to be washed in their own load of laundry to keep her other clothes clean. She should probably hand wash them in the sink to be extra careful and then air dry them on her balcony.  She also had to wash her shoes... the tackle from Atsushi certainly did a number on her attire and her right side in general.

She couldn't feel it when the adrenaline was being pumped through her veins, but she felt sore on her right arm, parts of her right hip, and her right thigh.  She'd probably discover scrapes and cuts along with some very unattractive bruises in all of those spots.  Not to mention the cuts on her face that tackle made.  

She sighed as she flipped the lights of her apartment before locking the door and setting her bag on her kitchen island.  To say [Y/n] lived comfortably would be an under exaggeration.  Her apartment was large enough to comfortably house three people in their own rooms, with private bathrooms and plenty of common space.  The kitchen was immaculate with white and black marble countertops and black cabinets and drawers.  Darkwood floors sprawled throughout the apartment until it reached a bedroom where soft white carpet replaced the wood. 

She loved her house, even if it was rather large, she loved it, and so did Mochi.

A large white cat bolted from her lofted bedroom and towards her figure in the kitchen before lovingly rubbing against her legs.  (Y/n) smiled at her companion before bending down to softly scratch the feline's head.

"Hello, Mochi.  Did you miss me that much?"

The white cat gave off a soft meow before running over to an empty food bowl on the floor by the island.

"Ohoho, so you didn't miss me, you missed the food?"

[Y/n] chuckled to herself before pouring some more cat food for the white cat and then heading to her room where she took off her shirt to examine her wounds. 

She was gross...

Dried blood clung to parts of her forehead and right cheek, small scrapes lined her arm, and a few decorated her right hip. 

She walked into the bathroom and removed the rest of her clothes before turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat up.  She stepped into her large shower when she saw steam rising, and let the water work it's magic on her body. 

The blood that was dried to her began to slip off and she could feel her muscles loosen up underneath the warmth of the shower.  It felt so good that she had to remind herself that showers are for cleaning, not sleeping.

She got out of the shower and dried her body off before slipping into a sports bra and a pair of underwear. 

She dug underneath her sink to find her first aid kit so she could dress her wounds. 

She gently cleaned the wounds that littered her skin while sitting on the counter of her sink to see her reflection in the mirror in order to guide her hands.  After around fifteen minutes of disinfecting her plethora of surface wounds, she began to wrap them. 

A few white layers of bandages wrapped around her right upper arm and thigh, and parts of her midsection.

Finally, after she was wrapped securely,  she slipped into some shorts and a baggy crop top. She brushed her long wet hair that trailed down just below her shoulder blades. She took a towel to her hair and dried as much as she could before turning on her flatscreen in the living room to make some white noise for cooking.

It was around 5 PM by now and the sun was beginning to set behind the buildings below her high-rise apartment.  She really did have one of the best views of the city from her home.  She slipped her wireless earphones in before heading to the kitchen and saying, "Code: Database-- Search the man from the incident, the one with the bandages."