Wing06
Master of Wind
Klaus cocked his head to the side, contemplating Akiko's proposition. "Why not?" He said with a shrug, taking her hand. She pulled the time traveler into the abandoned office space and, looking at the state of the room, told Klaus everything he needed to know about their predicament, "What mess," he sighed. "I suppose the obvious would be to look through that sorry excuse for a desk," he said, gesturing toward the makeshift desk against the far wall. It was an old door across a three-drawer filing cabinet on one side and three milk crates on the other. The stack of milk crates and filing cabinet weren't perfectly even, so the door rested on a slant. A cup filled with pens and markers sat next to a dusty computer monitor from the previous century.
Kalus sat in the broken office chair left between the "legs" of the desk and pulled open each drawer, surprised to see relatively new files inside. "For all the work they've done making this seem abandoned, it's clearly all a front, or they truly hope someone without a lick of sense breaks in and just quits looking after seeing the state of the place." He peered over the top of the ancient computer monitor to see what luck Akiko had, sifting through a stack of sticky notes on the end table next to the stained and decaying couch.
Kalus sat in the broken office chair left between the "legs" of the desk and pulled open each drawer, surprised to see relatively new files inside. "For all the work they've done making this seem abandoned, it's clearly all a front, or they truly hope someone without a lick of sense breaks in and just quits looking after seeing the state of the place." He peered over the top of the ancient computer monitor to see what luck Akiko had, sifting through a stack of sticky notes on the end table next to the stained and decaying couch.