You search deliberately throughout every corner of the room… yet there’s no sign of a way to escape. The masked man stand there, laughing, as Lee sobs.
D: sighing Man, you fuckers are really annoying. Too bad I can’t take Samuel hostage or I would have escaped already."
Daniel slumps against a far wall. He smirks slightly, before shaking his head.
D: “I guess you’ll wait for me to tire out first, huh. All I did was try to protect you Samuel… Protecting you… from yourself…”
Daniel’s power fades
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Now we have an update from Shurian Express Services!
Garfield, our dear Gar is eating his lunch. Prepared by Laura! Hmmm… Anything more interesting? Not really. Sweets for Laura. Huh.
She’s busy overlooking emails and messages.
Oh. She has so much to do. She hasn’t exactly slept yesterday. Ah, she’s asleep at her desk. Looks like the overlooking work is invalid now.
Gar sighs and takes out his formal wear, preparing to go to a warehouse for inspection of goods. She’s gotta have a little rest after all.
The masked man cackles as he drags Daniel’s immobile body into Lee’s old cage, and locks it.
MM: “Welcome to your new home, boy.”
“You did WHAT?!”
Francis walks back and forth in the room, looking more frustrated the more he hears about what Edmund had done.
Meanwhile, Francis is sitting in front of the furnace, hammering gods know what new creation.
“Edmund-”
“Francis.”
“Oh- FINE. Francis, is something wrong with your fucking head? You hold your business partner at gunpoint?!”
“It is necessary for one to perform actions beyond comprehension to alter the flow of river of fate,” he states rather matter-of-factly as he continues to hammer.
“Does it occur to you that that is a fucking bad move?”
“But of course! Has holding people on gunpoint ever have a positive impact on relationship?”
Francis looks exasperated.
The siblings are alike each other, yet cannot be more different.
Francis, dressed weirdly in a red trench coat. Edmund, in a formal white shirt and vest.
“Give me your phone.”
“I do not have one.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“Internet is rubbish! Information swirling everywhere! People revealing their true savage nature! I refuse to be a part of such a painful society!”
“…you do realise there are phone with no internet connection.”
His hand that hold a hammer freezes. He turns to face Francis.
“What did you say? Have I been blind to possibility? Have my pride clouded my vision of reality? Fate! My hubris is a speck of dust in the depth of your mystery! Forgive this mortal whose arrogance think he can be compared to heaven and earth!”
He clasps Francis hands.
“Thank you, Real! For having shown me the truth!”
“Francis!”
“Yes, for I, Francis have been blinded by my own obsession-”
“Whatever.”
Francis shakes his head and starts to walk away. What is wrong with his older brother? Ah, he shouldn’t think so much about it.
“I’m going to meet this business partner of yours.”
“May fate be favourable toward you, Real.”
“Stop calling me Real!”
Seeing Laura isn’t in, Francis goes on a drive around town.
When he passes by the Government building, he halts.
“Ah, fuck it.”
He parks his car and heads to the entrance.
“Step a foot closer, and I’m taking you into custody.”
Pierre looks extremely irritated.
“Calm down, tough guy. I’m not here to start a shoot up or something.”
He raises his hands in the air.
“See? No guns.”
“We already talked yesterday. It’s a miracle I let you go then. Do not come back here again.”
“That was Edmund, not me,” he says irritatedly.
Seriously he hates him.
“I’m just here to say if the gov planning to ask for damage compensation you can ask me.”
“No… we’re not in need of any compensation. Will that be all?”
Pierre glances over Francis, around in the distance, before shaking his head and sighing.
“Yea, yea. Also tell that boss of yours not to walk alone at night. Edmund’s a bit obsessed with taking him hostage.”
Francis waves his hand as he walks to his car and starts to drive away.
Daniel groans. He would get up if he could, but he is secretly glad that he cannot see his captor’s unforgiving eyes.
D: “They’re not going to kill us, right?”
Daniel shivers at the thought of death.
“Fellow craftmen, my brethens, for how long have we subjected ourselves to the whim of society? We are lower than those scientists, as technology advance beyond our comprehension!”
As Francis stands on a wooden crate giving his speech, the craftmen around him listen in with an amused grin. They kow how Francis loves his speech.
“But no more! Under the guidance of Hephaetus, our masterpiece will return under the spotlight! All hail the god of craftmen!”
“All hail the god of craftmen!”
“Onwards, to the bar!”
They cheer. Oddball he might be, but Francis is nothing if not generous in his own sense.
“No one can return home before submitting a drunken design for a new masterpiece!”
Yup.
Thomas sits in his house and pulls out the business card from his pocket. He thinks for a second, then calls the number on it.
There is no response.
For she’s having a nice nap at her home, the dining table is cool and comfortable enough, I suppose.
He rings again.
There is no response. You’re calling the office after all. She’s at home. No one is at the office. Why the hell is she so rich when there’s only her managing her company anyway?
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