#𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐀𝐍 * […] MONSTER WITHOUT A NAME

[dernarrleid]

⸻ TELEGRAM FROM @furiaei READS i don't like these people . but i like you . ( for Johan )

Of the night's guests, the man could only pinpoint a handful of promising interactions. The sound of chatter from upperclassmen paired well with the tunes of the speaker in the courtyard. His plans for the day normally leaned toward his major in education, in which he would look after the children of a nearby orphanage, but his classmate requested to switch on the grounds of a new student needing orientation. He wouldn't be there otherwise, of course, a noisy party makes him stick out like a red herring—his well earned reputation could draw unwanted attention and Johan was feeling generous. Careful not to rouse a domino effect that may end in the same manner of Kinderheim. He swirled the drink in hand, body language relaxed as his foot steps led him away from the dormitory, slowly, until he was firmly out of sight. See, an alibi served two purposes; explanation and extortion. Doubting someone's nature during a sensitive event like murder or assault is one of the first steps in covering up this brand of crime. Johan wouldn't dream of anyone finding a weapon on his person; he tells himself it was necessary—that she could have appeared and ruined the prestige he crafted over time.

"I'm glad you've found peace amongst them," Johan says softly into the dark. His footsteps lead him to the rusted opening of an abandoned crate, sitting just outside the backend of a dilapidated warehouse. Steadying himself, he leaps over the increasing puddles of blood and splatters over concrete; the mess marveled him, yet what would he have expected otherwise? "I'm sure you understand what discretion means. These people do not conform to society's rules, but I didn't expect you to be so willing to do this job for me."

Johan fishes an envelope from his breast pocket, the other hand resting still over the weapon at his side. The bodies beneath him don't invoke terror; he barely gives him a second glance while handing the woman a sample of the amount he's capable of procuring. So long as she does her work quietly. [...] "I've heard you take your craft as intently as I do my own, so I won't mince words. I enjoy your company as well... suppose the scene were more pleasant I wouldn't mind staying a little longer, Mya." In truth the main attraction to her in the strong crimson combed over her shoulders. The only other instance he can recall of being so transfixed is Anna, but to imagine her in crimson as well makes him uneasy. Likely the reason he begins to back away. "I will message you when another opportunity comes, please prepare until then. Of course... you're free to send me one as well."

[dernarrleid]

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