Stalker
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"Huh? He did what? How did he get your number?"
"I don't know. Broki, this spells bad news."
I couldn't help but worry about my sister's well-being.
The night is a bit chilly, and it's raining outside just like what the weather forecast of a certain station publicized. This chilling sensation I'm feeling right now isn't caused by the cold weather, but it's caused by this single message my sister received.
This "Jacob" or whatever his name is (I don't care), is someone Leen just lent some points because he dropped his ice cream. After that, he started popping up out of nowhere wherever my sister goes. Leen often goes to volunteer works like that time when she's with a group that cleans the trash of our community.
I don't know his overall identity and I even had forgotten his physical appearance, but there's one thing I could say: he's pretty scary. No, I'm not talking about the appearance -- I'm referring to his way of uh... How should I put this? Yeah, it's the way of "idolizing" my sister. According to Leen, he often stole pictures and followed my sister as she went back to our house.
During that time, I'm still in the Bureau. So I asked some help from them to investigate this matter since I'll have inadequate amount of time to finish a quest if I personally investigate. Thankfully, they agreed. The investigation was done after a day, and the result is bad. This guy hangs my sister's photos on his walls, ceilings and even pinned on a teddy bear's head. It's a nightmare fuel. I'm glad that i didn't saw this up close.
"Broki! Not again with this 'not listening at all' habit of yours!"
"H-huh? Oh, what did you say again?"
"GAAAAAAAAAH! Listen to me this time, okay?"
Rule number one: Don't ever cross the line if a mad Leen appeared.
"I am listening."
"Good. You see Broki, could you...you know, help your sister in this mess."
"Don't do a cute pose with that stern voice of yours. Don't worry, I'll see to it that that stalker won't hurt you in any way."
Before, I made that stalker migrate to another city by bribing the guy. Of course, I didn't expose my identity and just sent the points directly to his account. But I guess that's not enough to hold him back.
"Anyway, Leen... You're going to your club office again, right? You better take care of yourself and stay cautious. In the meantime, I'll go find some help."
"Thanks Broki. You're the best."
"Of course I am. Go take a bath already. You stink."
"Wha-? I retract previous remark! You stinky Broki!"
She threw a childish tantrum, but I could see that it's all but a prank. As of why I knew that, I saw her snickering expression painted all over her face as she closes my door.
I wish I could sleep some more but nah, I need to prepare her breakfast. I got up, fixed my bed, and headed to the kitchen. Maybe I'll turn the radio—
"KYAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
That's Leen!
"Leen? Leen! Where are you!?"
Despite my loudest calls stating her name, she's nowhere to be found inside our home. On the spot where I located her slippers is a crumpled note. The contents written on it popped a vein on my forehead, feeling enraged at this imbecile.
"God damn stalker! You're not getting away with this!"
Okay, calm down for a moment, me. It won't be good if I allowed my emotions took over. My sister might be endangered as well if my emotions won't be stabilized. I am prone to unconsciously use my rune card without a limit of its effect. If thst happens, and the rune card is [Nightmare Requiem], Leen might die.
Now, in situations like this, I think that rune card would come in handy. I imagined it's effects and after a short while, I snapped my fingers, summoning a card I kept for so long.
This is an Original rune card that allows me to know my sister's location. The name of the place will be displayed in front of the rune card. This won't give the exact location of my sister, so if ever that shitty guy hid in a huge city, it'll take a long period of time.
I used the card and saw that he's not that far just yet.
I hurriedly grabbed a couple of jackets, put one of it in my [Receptacle] rune card, and went off. Even with my jacket being worn, the harsh cold climate and the harsh reality of having my sister getting kidn*pped inside my house penetrated both my body and soul.
"Wait for me, Leen.", I said as I made my way to save my sister.
•••
"Yawn..."
I flipped the pages of a magazine lazily. I just finished reading and signing a lot of confidential documents. Ugh, I need coffee.
As if the gods heard my mumbling, a knocking sound echoed inside my study room of our house. It's Snow, no doubt about it. I mean, there's only the two of us still awake here.
"Sister? I brought you some coffee."
"Oh thanks a lot Snow, come inside."
The door creaked as Snow opened it. She's carrying a cart with pastries and of course, the already mentioned coffee. The aroma fills my room, and that's happiness of a coffee lover like me. Snow's not that fond of drinking pure black coffee, so she put a spoonful of creamer to make the bitter taste a bit mild.
"Hey sister, could you tell me the answer on this one?"
"Sure thing, Snow. Now, what's the question?"
"Ah, it's about Arts."
"Let me see. Oh? This question asked the difference between an artist and an artisan, is it?"
I grabbed a pen and started scribbling.
"The difference between an artist and an artisan is that an artist focuses on visually-pleasing creativity without any function value, whereas an artisan has both the visuals and the function combined. The ones under the artist category include painters, photographers, sculptors, calligraphers, and illustrators. On the other hand, artisans include smiths, weavers, carpenters, potters, and welders.
Examples of works made by artists are paintings, sculptures, photos, calligraphy, and illustrations. Meanwhile, the works made by artisans include chairs, clothes, pots, network transmitters, and even kitchen utensils."
There.
It's a bit short, but I think that should do it.
"You better study next time or else you might rely on me too much, Snow."
"I-I know that much!"
I chuckled, enjoyed sipping the coffee when a mail arrived.
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