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Keiran stands in front of the mirror, having decided for the first time in days to make a decent effort at shaving. He thinks to himself that he's looking a little sickly. The fluorescent bulb in the light fixture above his medicine cabinet flickers. He'll have to get that fixed soon.
His phone lets out a few shrill beeps, and he jumps slightly, cutting himself.
"Fuck."
He sets down his razor and reaches for the phone, lying closed atop the water tank of the toilet, and he flips it open angrily.
You have 01 unread text message from Shinra Corporation.
Open? Yes / No
...
High-Security Infiltration and Assassination...
Okay, whatever. Decent job, although it would involve being sneaky, which is annoying.
Paired Mission. KEIRAN partnered with...
Someone tolerable, I hope. The bald guy and the detective guy aren't too bad.
RENO. Office for briefing.
...I need a fucking cigarette.
Keiran contemplates throwing his phone across the room, but remembering that a new one would cost something ridiculous like 700G, he instead contemplates who he'd like to kill more: Rufus Shinra or Reno D'Entremont.
His phone lets out a few shrill beeps, and he jumps slightly, cutting himself.
"Fuck."
He sets down his razor and reaches for the phone, lying closed atop the water tank of the toilet, and he flips it open angrily.
You have 01 unread text message from Shinra Corporation.
Open? Yes / No
...
High-Security Infiltration and Assassination...
Okay, whatever. Decent job, although it would involve being sneaky, which is annoying.
Paired Mission. KEIRAN partnered with...
Someone tolerable, I hope. The bald guy and the detective guy aren't too bad.
RENO. Office for briefing.
...I need a fucking cigarette.
Keiran contemplates throwing his phone across the room, but remembering that a new one would cost something ridiculous like 700G, he instead contemplates who he'd like to kill more: Rufus Shinra or Reno D'Entremont.