No, it wasn't like him to offer help, but he'd do anything to get to the bottom of the killings. Arturo was tired. Tired of people constantly bringing it up, tired of how so many people lived in fear because of someone who thought that it was okay to play God. The Hacker typed, replying to the e-mail the exact moment he got it; through it, he could feel how distressed the person was. Sure, helping people wasn't exactly his forte, but it was worth a shot, maybe playing the good guy cyber vigilante would help him figure out his life. It was time for change, positive change that could affect Arturo later in life.

[hider=RE: RE: Subject:]Meet me. You'll see. 21.00. YOSOY Tapas Bar & Spanisches Restaurant. Rosenthaler st. Mask.[/hider]

When he pressed send, he spun in his chair, waking himself up from his fatigue. Hours upon hours in front of a computer had nearly drained the life from him, his back and arms sore from being hunched over; his head aching from being too close to his monitor. Arturo reached for his mask, covering his webcam as he pulled the mask off to rub his eyes. "Chingada Madre," the man spoke, standing from his chair to get ready for his side job at YOSOY. He just had to choose one of the most social jobs out there.

[hr]

He'd gotten ready: tied his long hair and wore the uniform that he was given. Arturo looked at his reflection, not used to seeing himself with out the mask. And soon enough, he was on his way to work. Yes, getting to YOSOY was easy seeing that Berlin wasn't exactly the most cluttered of places, but it was frustrating due to the fact that many of the themed bars were run by stereotypes. Once he stepped through the doors of the restaurant, he was bombarded by the smell of Latin foods and the sound of lively music. Canción Del Mariachi played as he set down his backpack into his locker, being greeted by his co-workers. "Ai, Che-Che! Hola, mi amigo!" Giovanni reached up to pat the younger man's head, watching as Arturo looked at him with a plain expression. "Hola, Gio," Arturo replied to the much shorter and older man who greeted him with a friendly face. 

Working at YOSOY provided a cover for him as well as a steady income to pay for his bills. Hacking wasn't doing much for him, so why wouldn't he get a real world job? During his shift, Arturo was questioned by women, flirted with, etc. The usual shift that he had to endure until it was one in the morning; having to hold his tongue in order to keep their guests happy. 

[hr]

It was now 21.00, the time of his break. Remembering what he had sent, Arturo rushed to the back, putting his mask on and waiting in the corner of the main area. 

(lmao. It sux, but like its because THE HEATER IS ON AND IT'S LIKE 90+ DEGREES AND I WILL DIE.)