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TSUKASA 'COLDKILL' NAKANO
WANTED CRIMINAL
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Tsukasa was beginning to think he'd run shit out of luck. Between his boss betraying him, the kingdom-wide bounty on his head, and the knife that'd been buried quite literally in his back, the last several months had been a bit of a fucking nightmare if he was honest. Not that he wasn't use to those, it just would have been nice if he'd had an idea it was coming. He didn't usually let others get one up on him, and the fact that he hadn't seen any of this coming until it was too late had him more pissed off at himself than anything.
But sitting around moping wouldn't change anything, so he'd done the next best thing; he'd broke into his old guilds office trying to find some kind of intel to scorch his bastard of a ex-boss with, and maybe clear his name in the process. What he found was.. interesting.
After busting into a hidden safe he'd found a file for a mission that was set to go out in three days time. Intel, on a tower hidden away in some valley just outside of the kingdom, where a very special map was being kept hidden away. Apparently it could tell you the location of whatever you asked it to, and if that was true then Tsukasa could think of quite a few things he'd like to use it for- mainly finding the evidence that would clear his name, or at the very least something valuable that could buy him a way out of the Kingdom so he wasn't being hunted like a dog.
Two days later, Tsukasa found himself at that very tower early in the afternoon. From the outside it looked nearly abandoned; overgrown in vines and surrounded by brush and overgrown grass. There was a thin dirt trail cut through the grass where it seemed someone had worn a natural path into the earth coming and going from the place, but he didn't see any guards stationed or patrolling.
So, he made his way up to the door, a throwing knife in hand. He muttered the password that killed the protective seal on it, and then he was pushing it open and stepping inside, silent as a ghost. He was surprised to find the inside of the tower looking for more kept than the outside; torches lined the spiraling staircase leading upward and cast a warm, welcoming glow, and there was a plush carpet without a speck of dirt on it. No spiderwebs or crumbling stone.
Uncertain of what he'd find at the top, he cautiously began to make his way up the stairs, knife still brandished in hand as golden eyes peered through the darkness.
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