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It had been a normal day for Bang Constantine.

He started the day off by motivating himself with a cup of heated water with a bit of honey mixed into it. It wasn’t the best, but the spice he eventually added into it cleared his throat almost instantly. He yawned approximately thirteen times before he left to meet his friend.

His friend kept poking at him to buy her lunch, but then he got berated for trying to give her half of his allowance instead.

[color=82ca9d]“It’s a common trope to have money being taken as a potential starting point for character development,”[/color] he explained. [color=82ca9d]“I wanted to experience this development too. So please, take this money and refuse to give it back.”[/color]

She didn’t understand, so he decided that it was perhaps less common than he thought.

Aside from that particular incident, nothing eventful happened.

After they went their separate ways, he hit the gym. Fitness was important to a healthy mind, and healthy minds were often the best at producing healthy things. Like romance novels, or action novels, for example. He wasn't good with things people often called "dirty." Among all of the things he did to keep himself fit, boxing was pretty good, but he was far from great at it. He still blinked if someone tried to scratch his face with their beard or something. He didn’t like sharp things.

As he left the gym, he decided to go to his house and jog down to the supermarket for some snacks. Chocolate and coffee were at the top of his list, though he made sure to grab some other groceries while he was at it. His parents would be sad if they found out he ended up feasting on snacks endlessly, so he made the effort to at least have a bare minimum level of cooking skills.

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Night arrived, and he walked with plastic bags hung around his elbows as he slowly pressed the buttons of his flip phone.

[quote][color=82ca9d][i]“I’m near home. Good night.”[/i][/color]

[color=f7941d][i]”yeeee ヾ(´￢｀)ﾉ”[/i][/color][/quote]

[color=82ca9d][i]Maybe some TV would be fine,[/i][/color] he thought as his feet quietly carried him to his home. As the flip phone closed with an audible clap, he put it in his pocket as he slid the bags down to his hands.

As he put his groceries in his house, he took a moment to think over things before deciding to take another jog. No doubt would being in his house would result in him comfortably shutting himself in for the rest of the night. Keeping the tempo of his exercises would help keep his motivation in check.

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As Bang jogged from District 7 to District 15, he occasionally glanced at the stars. It had been a normal day for Bang Constantine.

He didn't think the night wouldn't be normal, though.

As he yawned and thought about going back to his home, a weird sound that [i]did not fit[/i] with the borders of Academy City came to be.

Bang’s heart pounded, though his face remained idle, as he thought,

[color=82ca9d][i]That doesn't sound good.[/i][/color]

As he ran towards the source of the noise, Bang pumped his arms back and forth as he finally stopped jogging and resorted to sprinting. Life was to be taken slowly, but if others’ safety was on the line, then he knew when to stop being slow. He ran and ran, wondering what the sound was-

As he arrived at the source of the sound, he found something lying still on the ground. It kinda looked like a person, now that he took a better look at it.

He wondered why a woman would just lie down in the middle of nowhere with her hand stretched out. Then there was some person taking pictures of said woman.

His hood over his head, he approached the girl taking pictures as he glanced at the other woman, only to notice something felt off. It didn’t seem like they were just fooling around with a camera during the night.

“…stump remains. No visible cause of death. No blood, no visible wounds.”

Camera Girl continued to take pictures of what he now presumed was actually a dead body upon closer inspection.

Glancing around, Bang turned to the body, and then at the girl who kept taking pictures.

Why was she taking pictures of a corpse?

He needed to say something, even if he felt his nervousness skyrocket at the prospect of her being related to what he steadily grew to believe was a murder.

Maybe she was an undercover cop? No, but she didn’t look the part at all. She did seem very well prepared for- 

Seriously, who was this person and what did she do for a living? He didn't want to judge her for something she probably wasn't responsible for, but she wasn't making the situation less disturbing.

[color=82ca9d]“…Uh,”[/color] he began. For a moment, no other words came out of him as he glanced between the busy girl and the corpse. [color=82ca9d]"Hello."[/color]

Taking out his flip phone, he politely asked her the most important question he could think of with the phone closed,

[color=82ca9d]“Would you mind if I call public authorities?”[/color]

[sub][@GreenGoat][/sub]