Lumian spent an entire day going through the notes he had taken down of Angela. It was dawn now and he decided to not waste anymore time before getting to work. His first action on his itinerary was getting to the area where Voltstrike and his wife resided.
He left the Close to begin his mission, as he walked he could feel the gazes of the other criminals who resided there. It was only natural that he stood out, not just because of his appearance and sheer size but also because of the fact that he had entered 'Lumian's' Residence and exited like it was his, it was but they didn't know that.
The Island itself was not so large but not very small that you would bump into an old classmate or co-worker frequently.
Lumian walked with a bored expression as he headed to his destination,
"What a bright day," He remarked, looking up at the clear blue sky, "Too bright. Who drinks at this time of the day? Tch"
The traffic light turned red for the oncoming vehicles and green for pedestrians and he was about to cross to the other side of the road. Amongst the halted vehicles, there was a truck driver and his partner exchanging light banter about their favorite Soccer players, but it was audible enough for Lumian and other pedestrians to hear.
"Uselessness" Lumian scoffed
He was about to ignore them and be on his way when he noticed an old lady in a wheelchair. She was trying hard to pick up her ball of yarn that had rolled off her laps onto the floor, a woman beside her; judging by her scrub, a care nurse. She was engrossed in a conversation with another woman.
Suddenly, Lumian had a bright idea…or rather a dark one. He walked up to the truck driver and his friend,
Flashing a fake but convincingly friendly smile, Lumian began, "Hello, I couldn't help but overhear your conversation about who the best player is. Personally I think, Ronald is way better than Mercy" He chipped in
The truck driver looked at Lumian, inspecting him for a moment. He wondered where he came from, but he soon shrugged,
"You see," he turned to his partner, "I told you Ronald is better, even this lad agrees with me,"
The partner leaned forward and looked at Lumian, Lumian waved back at him,
"What does he know? He doesn't even look like he watches soccer, probably played basketball or volleyball" The partner said
The truck driver rolled his eyes and then extended his hands out to Lumian for a handshake,
"Do not mind Nate. Thank you for your input, I've been trying to let this stubborn man here know that Ronald is better player than Mercy" the driver said
Lumian look at his outstretched arm and a knowing smirk crept upon his face,
"Oh no problem I'm just one of the biggest Ronald fans, I couldn't help give my two cents," He said as he shook his hand
'Corruption'
Lumian crossed to the other side of the road, and the two continued their argument, but before crossing, he stealthily undid the old woman's brakes. So as she leaned forward to pick her yarn, her wheelchair rolled into the road.
The argument between the two friends got heated and more intense, one thing led to another and the driver out of anger shouted,
"You're insufferable, I'm done. Let's just get to our destination and get this over with!!"
He accelerated without paying attention to the traffic light nor the woman in the middle of the road.
Everybody around watched in horror as the truck moved, everyone except Lumian. On his face was a broad smile.
When he saw the woman it was too late for him to brake, in the heat of the moment the truck driver's partner took the wheel and steered the truck off the road, Into a lamp pole but that was not enough to stop the truck.
The truck stopped when it crashed into a coffee shop, luckily the shop was closed for renovation so no life was lost but there were bystanders who got injured.
『You have received 200 Chaos Tokens』
Lumian smile grew even broader as he saw the system's notification,
"That was refreshing, adds a nice feeling to this beautiful day" He said, taking a deep breath
On the other side that Lumian had crossed to was a building with a giant light up sign that spelt "JOKER'S PUB"
Even on a bright day like this, the pub's sign was still blaring. Maybe they never put it off at all; was Lilian's thought.
Inside, the place was a hum of life, though it was early. The high ceilings and sleek, industrial lighting cast sharp shadows that made every movement stand out in exaggerated clarity. Hazy sunlight seeped in through the tall windows, mixing with the warm glow of pendant lights hanging above the bar.
Lumian pushed through the heavy glass door, the chime overhead announcing his entrance. The air inside hit him—sharp with the scent of disinfectant barely masking the undercurrent of stale beer and fried food.
The chatter was low, the early crowd mostly regulars scattered across booths and tables, slouched over coffee cups or the first pint of the day. A few people glanced up as he entered, eyes lingering for a moment on his towering frame and steady, unhurried stride, before they turned back to their drinks.
Exposed brick walls lined one side, decorated with vintage posters and scuffed-up memorabilia that looked more like leftovers than decor. Lumian made his way past tables with mismatched chairs, his shoes threaded over a well-worn path in the polished concrete floor.
The bar stretched across the room, an expanse of dark wood scarred by years of elbows, rings, and cigarette burns.
The bartender, a young woman with bright tattoos snaking up her arms, looked up as Lumian approached. Her gaze was sharp, assessing, but she didn't say a word, just gave him a slight nod and continued drying a glass.
"I guess there were more early drinkers than I thought," Lumian said to himself
His eyes scanned the pub for any sign of his target, the reason he was in a pub at 9:00 am.
"There you are"
His gaze rested on the frame of a man sitting alone in a booth, head down and back slouched with an almost empty cup and bottle of alcohol that Lumian couldn't recognize, he was not much of a drinker after all.
He walked to the booth and slid into the seat opposite the man,
"Leave, seat's taken," The man said, his voice low yet baring every bit of hostility
"I don't see anyone here, and if the seat is truly taken, I'll leave when the owner comes for it," Lumian replied sharply
The man looked up at Lumian slowly, his piercing blue gaze scanned Lumian from head to toe,
"I said leave, I paid for the entire booth. Leave before I have the pub owner kick you out." He warned, this time not only his voice but his face too gave off hostile intent
Lumian raised his hands as if surrendering, "Fine, fine. You should have just said that from the start…Michael" He said casually
The man; Michael's fingers crackled with electricity, Lumian noticed but pretended not too.
His brows furrowed and his fist clenched tightly, "Who are you?" Michael asked
Lumian smiled slightly, "It's Lumian, the name is Lumian." He replied