He hated this place, well to be exact, he hated 'her' not the place. This mansion is the closest one to the school and is owned by a supposed to be personal maid/bodyguard/hitman of Jiro. Her name is Mint, easily recognized by her short curly pink hair and bespectacled beauty and having that extreme tendency to spawn a gun from nowhere. She's two years older than he was but she insists that Jiro treat her the same as a girl with the same age as him. 'She doesn't seem to be here yet, that is good then' Jiro thought as he lied down on the bed. On that note, his room is about as big as a classroom, that means he can store his instruments here however, Mint beat him to the punch by putting her own 'instruments'. She always demands that she be allowed to sleep with her master, an annoying request but for his sanity's sake he'd allow it.
Today, something really does feel off. Jiro keeps thinking about that message he received earlier. It reminds him of something but he couldn't quite pin it yet. Just as he was thinking of ways to remove this bored sensation in him. The phone that was on the nightstand vibrated yet again. This prompt him to check it, the moment he does, he noticed that it was from Anonymous.
"Oh mighty soul, where is though....
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Will you come visit me? Or will you break that 'seal' first? Either way, you will have to choose tonight. Awake from your sleep my beloved..."
Another gib-- no wait, this message actually tries to talk with him. The same shiver he felt earlier, it must be connected to this message. If so Jiro was determined to check out the church. He changed his clothes and brought his personal bag, afterwards he exited the room only to be blocked by Mint and.....Miral-nee?
"Where might you be going young master?" Mint asked with a smile on her face, but what caught Jiro's attention was the blood dripping from Miral's forehead. The hallway was dark yet he saw it the moment he opened the door of his room. He threw a sharp glare at Mint and asked "So where's the head maid?" Jiro clenched his fists as he awaited Mint's reply. Every mansion that Jiro's family owns, a head maid is always assigned. Mint visibly froze in place, Miral suddenly whistled like she was saying it wasn't her fault.
"So...."
"Uhmm, I might have knocked her out..."
Jiro sighed, another body for the crematory....again....then he looked at Miral. "I get that you want to visit me, Nee-san. But could you please text me first before coming in here." he sighed as he gave her a handkerchief.
"Oh thanks."
"Mint, could you prepare a bike? I would like to go around town for awhile"
"Right away young Master"
With a graceful bow, Mint left for the garage. Miral held up the handkerchief to her forehead, her eyes visibly spacing out.
"Another fight?"
"......what makes her so strong?"
Jiro thought for awhile and then came up with the conclusion: She probably challenged Mint to a fight and nearly lost her life. Miral didn't know Mint's background, all she knows is that Mint's a harsh-sunshine-and-rainbows maid.
"You should try to rest as much as possible, use this room's bed. It's pretty comfortable."
"What's the use if you're not coming back here?"
She answered back in a whisper, her facial expression is covered by her long hair, yet Jiro clearly heard it and understood what she was feeling. He's not that dense.
"It's fine, I'll be back later. You're my big sister now and I'm proud of it!" Jiro said in a tender yet strong tone to comfort Miral. The latter answered with a nod and went inside his room. He watched until she closed the door, another sigh and he headed towards the garage.
The garage is big, filled with exotic vehicles. Mint waved over to Jiro. "Young Master, I've prepared your ride" she said with a bright smile as she handed Jiro a key. 'Since when did bicycles need ke--' his thoughts were cut-off the moment he saw the bike. It looks so futuristic that it might fly after reaching a certain speed. He was really shocked, now that he thinks about it, Jiro didn't really give any specifics regarding the word "bike". It's color was obsidian black with red glowing outline, "The only thing missing is a riding suit.." he unintentionally thought out loud. He deeply regretted it a moment later.
Mint shouted "Stay safe YOUNG MASTER!!" as she waved from the garage. Jiro squeeze the accelerator and the bike responded with a jet engine-like sound. It was definitely fast; on another unrelated, related note, Jiro first learned to drive the motorbike when he was 11. He was taught by his mom, and was refined by Mint. That he means, he doesn't have a license.....
Right now, Jiro's mind it still stuck up on the two unique messages he received earlier. He absent-mindedly revved up the engine once again, increasing his speed and annoying nearby people. On the up side, he looks quite awesome or in other words, one of those popular heroes on tv, a complete moron who wears spandex clothing from top to bottom. Jiro released an audible sigh as he sped towards the church.