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Day one: morning
First, your shadow appears on the far wall at the end of the corridor. Your approach is slow, uncertain. Ah, yes, here. Cue your face in three... two…one…
You look so nervous and alone. Anyone watching would be suspicious of you. But there is no one watching. Well, no one except the security cameras. No one but him.
This is the eleventh time he has replayed the footage of you. The tips of his fingers are actually starting to feel a little tingly, he’s been typing so fast, making a note of every little detail that could become a clue. The bag you carry, your awkward movements, the practical footwear, the upturned nose, the loose hair that keeps getting in your eyes, the cute way you bite your lip -
He is not going to miss a thing.
V was strangely confident that you weren’t a threat. And Seven felt it too, looking at you. The potential link to Rika… was also worth investigating.
But feelings are not the basis for ensuring anyone’s safety. The RFA must be protected. Seven would protect Rika’s, V’s RFA with his life, if he had to. And that still would barely be enough to repay the debt he owed them.
In the footage, you are frowning at your phone, glancing at the keypad outside Rika’s apartment, then back down again. Seven installed the best CCTV monitoring system money (not his of course, lol ) could buy, and it pays off – the mobile’s screen is not exactly readable, but he can recognise the messenger. The messenger he created. That you, somehow, gained access to without a shred of hacking skill.
No log of the chat you are viewing remains.
He hasn’t turned up any dirt on you yet, but there are traces of you everywhere, genuine, real traces spread across years. Your social network accounts, public photos, forum posts. Once he discovered your rather unique username and email (easy, from your use of the app… your phone is basically his to play with, now) pulling together evidence has been a case of working out what to throw out as irrelevant. Narrow down the evidence to just the parts to pursue deeper, the parts that might link you to the hacker.
On the CCTV footage, you are fumbling, now, pressing the entry code numbers in one by one. So cute. W-wait – how is that cute?! Gahhhh~! Where did that thought come from?! It must be all the SNS stuff he’s been skimming through, making you feel more familiar than you are. And the forum posts. So many posts! Such a nerd. A cute nerd~
Anyway.
Anyway…!
ANYWAY.
Seven’s fingers are still tired. He’s alone, so he could switch to voice commands, but instead – oh! He should probably call you. He hasn’t heard your voice yet. Your voice might be another clue! Yeah! He really wants to hear it!
Plus, he should probably explain about the call system.
...
You answer almost immediately. You saw his name pop up on your phone, of course, thanks to the messenger app.
Seven doesn’t give you a chance to speak.
“Rrrrrrr rrrrrrrr. Your bank account has been used for a fun prank! Please verify your identity by -”
Seven continues his prank spiel for another minute or so. When he finishes, you can’t help but tease him a little by threatening to hang up -
“NOOOOOO!!!!! You’re so cold! I just called to check your number!!! Don’t hang up!! It’s me, Seven!”