>>561492816:30 PM
My name is Shinon Watanabe and I... am waiting at a laundromat. Considering how my apartment isn't equipped with a washing machine and that I'm not considering the purchase of one anytime soon, this is my best bet at getting those blood stains off my suit. Thankfully, it didn't ruin my shirt. Then again, my unexpected cardio exercise made it all ruffled and full of sweat spots.
I begin to reflect on today's work and various other happenings. The office will need a new water cooler, a new printer... that's a lot of money for the company to spend.
"-been 12 injured and 2 show signs of a high chance of death, local police have refused to comment on the destruction of Saint Lana's Co-"
Watching the news as my clothes kept on spinning in the washing machine was daunting, but there wasn't anything better to do. I took a nearby seat and crossed my legs, a little bit exhausted from denting that goblin's head. It must've been a while since I did this sort of... hero-ing? Charity? Charity sounds better, considering how nobody remembers who did it - that's for the best.
"I didn't kill that monster, probably got caught in his sidekick's destruction. Then again, i have no idea how my baton got stuck there." The injured police officer, now holding his left arm in a splint, keeps a stoic expression as the interviewer keeps on asking questions.
That girl... she did blink in a different place, didn't she? Definitely not an esper, I would've felt the easily recognisable sign - a headache, skin coldness, hell even an aura.
Shinon's writing begins to fade in colour, making him raise an eyebrow. It seemed that the white collar worker kept a journal on him at all times - for whatever reason it may have.
>"Shit, the pen ran out of ink."Right on cue, the washing machine did it's usual song, alerting the customer of his newly washed clothes. Shinon took what was his and began to walk home, stomach grumgling and body hurting from all the grueling work.
>"Not a good Monday." 