The day dragged on, each passing minute feeling like an eternity as I continued my unofficial surveillance of Takabana Maya.
I wasn't just watching her anymore; I was building a mental map of her routines, noting where she spent most of her time, the people she interacted with, and the places she frequented the most.
If I was going to do this job right—and believe me, I wasn't thrilled about having this job in the first place—I had to be thorough. The devil's in the details, as they say.
The small youkai I scattered around the school were doing their part well.
Tiny creatures that fed on stress, anxiety, and negative energy—perfect for a place like this. They were harmless, mostly, and they made excellent informants.
Their whispers reached my mind like distant echoes, letting me know where Maya was at all times without me having to physically be there.
