An antiquated letter to "R"

[Kauket]

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Honshu, Kanazawa, City Flats

The days were long and arduous within the depths of Kishiro’s secretive Kansai facility... The Research Facility where Revenant, under a newly crafted alter ego and a fresh face to match, now found herself occupied with theoretical sciences in the ever so problematic hyperspatial studies. Her temporary employment under one of Kusari’s great corporations demanded long hours, all beneath the ever-watchful eyes of the KOI. With each passing day, the scrutiny grew tighter, her every movement observed and assessed. Moments of respite, of peace, of tranquility, were becoming more and more rare. And when they came, she clung to them, savoring even the smallest relief while trying, futilely, to silence the weight of stress and fears lingering in the back of her mind.

Upon returning to her new temporary quarters situated on Planet Honshu, it never took long for Revenant to indulge upon her inner sins in silence.

Mindlessly reaching to refill her glass, she allowed herself to mentally drift off... until something felt wrong. Object permanence. A subtle disruption in the rhythm of her carefully rehearsed zombie routine. Curiosity stirred, tempered by a hint of unease, as she leaned in to inspect it, a soft hum escaping her mouth, slightly droning from the effects of the ruby intoxicant. But then she recognised it. The sigil. How did he know? The question lingered, unanswered. Perhaps her discreet little drone had delivered the note. Or perhaps the little slice of seclusion was a comforting lie to get through with the duty at hand.

"Mhm..."

There was no time to dwell. Too much remained unfinished. Research would not complete itself, nor would answers reveal themselves unbidden. Still, she allowed herself a quiet, fleeting hope that this time, the message might carry something more… favourable. Praying for that glimmer of optimism.

If only the plastered mask didn’t itch.

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