In a dark basement with two monitors and a PC, a man sits before them. His hair is long and blue, matted at the ends. His bangs are side parted, the left tuft of hair falling over his left eye. His teeth are sharp and yellowed, and he appears to be in his late 20s.
He types away loudly on his computer, the bright light illuminating the side of his face which displays a nasty burn scar on the right side that reaches across his cheek. He reaches at the scar to scratch; dead skin falls off.
His phone vibrates and the ringtone echoes in the empty room. The name reads 'Shrike Castillo'.
SHRIKE - in a serious tone: Niko, I have a new assignment. It's nothing you cannot handle but it is very important. You are well aware of the company, Fibroblast Corporation, correct?
NIKO - smoothly: Yep!
SHRIKE: Alright good. I need you to 'gather intel'. I'll send his profile over right now. The owner has skyrocketed in wealth and reputation although he only launched the business a few years back.
NIKO: Got it. Do you want him alive or dead?
SHRIKE: I don't care. Just get it done.
The call comes to an end. Niko's gaze returns to his screen. Pick your character:
[[Niko->NContinue]]
[[Arlow->AContinue]]
At the top of his inbox, there is an email. It is untitled with a file attached. Niko clicks on the file and it opens into a new tab.
NIKO - inquisitively: Hm... 34? Bachelor of science. Interesting, I bet this'll be fun.
[[Continue->NDay 1]]
Morning arrives:
In an organized office, a man leans back and snores. He is pale and has black and white hair; tufts of it stick up slightly. Drool is dripping down his face, and he leans forward to rest his head on a makeshift pillow made up of paperwork. He appears to be in his mid 30s.
A phone nearby, presumably his, vibrates aggresively. The man sits up sharply and then makes a noise of confusion.
ARLOW - mumbling: Shit! What time is it..?
He groans and checks his phone. The time reads '6:15pm'. Light shines on his back through the large paneled windows behind him. His hair shines with grease, sparkling in the backlight. The man is sweaty. He scrambles to pack up his laptop and paperwork, and rushes down the stairs, then out of the building.
He viscerally recoils at the sun's setting heat and speedwalks to his car. A pair of eyes appear in the corner of his eye, but he ignores it. He drives home.
[[Day 1->ADay 1]]Morning arrives: