Lockey stepped out of the Chrono Lux hideout, the cold night air brushing against his face as he pulled his hood up, concealing his deep green hair in the shadows. The streets were quiet, only the distant hum of the city serving as a reminder that life continued outside the tangled web of secrets he’d just stepped out from. His expression remained calm, composed, almost unreadable, yet beneath that exterior, his mind was a storm of conflicting thoughts.

Glacier’s words echoed in his head, the cryptic hints and unanswered questions gnawing at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t quite reach. “Someone like you... interesting how you came to hold such power.” The way Glacier had spoken, so casually yet with a hidden intensity, made Lockey’s skin crawl. He hated it—hated the way people seemed to know more about him than he knew about himself, and hated even more how powerless it made him feel.

He walked with measured steps, his expression cool and detached, but inside, frustration simmered just below the surface. Glacier’s refusal to divulge who he was waiting for, the vague reassurances that Lockey would know in time—it all felt like a deliberate play, as if Glacier was toying with him. The thought made Lockey clench his fists inside his pockets, the cool metal of the key he carried pressing into his palm.

Why me? The question had been gnawing at him for a while, and Glacier’s answers, if they could even be called that, hadn’t provided the clarity he sought. Instead, they had only deepened the mystery, adding layers to an already convoluted situation. Lockey’s eyes narrowed as he gazed ahead, his steps slowing as doubt crept into his mind. Was he just a pawn in someone else's game? Was Glacier genuinely interested in him, or was there another motive, something darker, hidden beneath that calm, almost playful exterior?

Lockey shook his head slightly, trying to dispel the doubts. He didn’t need anyone; he had survived this long on his own, relying on no one but himself. Yet, despite his usual aloofness, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something—was it curiosity? Or perhaps a reluctant interest in Glacier’s words? Whatever it was, he pushed it aside. Emotions had no place in his world, not now.

But as he walked through the darkened streets, a single thought lingered, unshakable: Who can I trust in all of this? The question hung in the air, heavy and unanswered, much like the city’s silence around him.

Lockey continued his walk, his thoughts still tangled in the recent conversation with Glacier when he heard footsteps approaching. He glanced up to see Marco and Adam, his two closest companions, heading his way. They looked relieved to see him, but Lockey’s expression remained calm, almost indifferent, even though a part of him was glad they were safe.

“Lockey,” Marco greeted him, a hint of a smile on his face. “Glad to see you in one piece.”

Lockey nodded curtly, his tone cool. “Yeah. You two heading out?”

Adam, who was usually the more reserved of the pair, gave a brief nod. “Yeah, we were just about to leave. You?”

Lockey shrugged slightly, his gaze shifting to the side, avoiding direct eye contact. “I’ll be out soon enough.”

Marco hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his voice carrying a hint of concern. “Did you find anything about Rina? Any leads?”

Lockey’s eyes flickered with a brief flash of emotion, quickly masked by his usual composed demeanor. “No,” he replied flatly. “Nothing yet.”

Marco sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “She’s been gone too long. It’s like she vanished without a trace.”

Lockey’s expression hardened, his voice taking on a sharper edge. “She wouldn’t just disappear. There’s something more going on, and I’ll find out what it is.”

The tension between them was palpable, but Lockey’s words held a determination that even Marco couldn’t deny. Before the conversation could go any further, a familiar voice broke the silence. Canon, another member of their group, approached with a casual wave. “So, you guys are leaving already?”

Marco nodded. “Yeah, we’ve been here long enough.”

Marco gave a small smile, though there was a wistfulness in his eyes. “I wish we could come here more often, you know? There’s something about this place...”

Lockey’s response was immediate, his tone cold and dismissive. “They’re cultists, Marco. Coming here too often, getting too close—any association with them could cost you. Don’t get too comfortable.”

Marco’s smile faltered, replaced by a more serious expression as he considered Lockey’s words. Adam, sensing the shift in mood, placed a hand on Canon’s shoulder. “Lockey’s right. We need to be careful. We’re already walking a fine line.”

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Lockey’s gaze turned steely, his voice calm but laced with a subtle intensity. “I’m still not in the clear myself. The WCM is still investigating me. Every step we take here, every interaction, it’s all being watched.”

Marco and Adam exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of Lockey’s words sinking in. The reality of their situation was sobering, and it was clear that even their brief involvement with Chrono Lux had already placed them under scrutiny.

“Guess we should keep a low profile then,” Marco muttered, his usual bravado dimmed by the seriousness of the situation.

Lockey gave a curt nod. “Exactly. We don’t need any more attention on us than we already have.”

With that, the conversation reached its natural end. There was nothing more to say, nothing more to do but part ways for now. Lockey, ever the solitary figure, turned away first, his steps deliberate and measured as he walked off into the night. Marco and Adam followed suit, each heading in a different direction, their paths splitting as they left the shadowy presence of Chrono Lux behind.

As Lockey walked alone, his mind remained sharp and focused, his expression unreadable. The city’s darkness seemed to swallow him whole, but even as he disappeared into the night, there was a quiet determination in his stride. Whatever lay ahead, whatever challenges or mysteries still awaited him, Lockey would face them on his own terms.

Lockey awoke early, the first rays of sunlight barely piercing through the thick curtains of his small, cluttered room. His routine was as methodical as ever—shower, dress, grab a quick bite—but his mind was far from settled. Last night's conversation with Glacier lingered in his thoughts, casting a shadow over his usual stoic demeanor.

He pulled on his dark hooded sweatshirt, the deep green fabric contrasting sharply with the pale tone of his skin. His cargo pants, a muted gray, fit comfortably as he tied his boots. Lockey paused for a moment, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His green and black eyes were unreadable, calm, yet there was a flicker of something deeper beneath the surface—determination, perhaps, or a quiet resolve to uncover the truth.

Lockey slung his bag over his shoulder and left his apartment, heading towards Fairy Tale High. The city's morning light was weak, the shadows still long as he navigated through the streets. He moved with purpose, his expression as cold and composed as ever, masking the turbulence of his thoughts.

Fairy Tale High was already buzzing with the usual morning chaos—students chatting in the halls, teachers preparing for their first classes—but Lockey paid it no mind. His focus was singular, his path direct as he walked through the corridors.

As he approached his locker, Lockey's sharp ears caught a familiar voice. Marco and Adam were up ahead, engaged in a hushed conversation with someone whose voice he couldn’t quite place. He slowed his pace, moving silently until he could overhear snippets of their discussion.

“…worried sick, man. We didn’t know where you were!” Marco’s voice was tinged with relief.

“Yeah, we thought something might’ve happened,” Adam added, his tone just as concerned.

Lockey’s gaze shifted, and there she was—Rina. She stood with her back to him, her posture slightly tense, as if the weight of their concern was pressing down on her. When she turned slightly, Lockey could see the exhaustion etched into her features, the dark circles under her eyes that hadn’t been there before.

Rina glanced over and caught Lockey’s gaze. There was a moment of surprise in her expression, but it quickly morphed into something more guarded, more distant. Lockey’s instincts told him not to press her, not here, not now. Whatever had happened yesterday, it wasn’t something she was ready to talk about.

Lockey nodded curtly, his usual cold demeanor firmly in place. Without saying a word, he turned and headed towards his classroom, leaving the conversation and the questions unasked. He wasn’t one to pry, especially when the answers might reveal more than he was prepared to deal with.

The day dragged on, the usual lessons and assignments passing in a blur. By the time the final bell rang, Lockey was more than ready to leave the confines of the school. He walked down the front steps, heading towards the city’s edge, where the noise of the day would finally fade into the quiet he craved.

But as he reached the gates, he heard a voice call out his name.

“Lockey!”

He paused, turning to see Rina hurrying to catch up with him. Her expression was a mix of determination and something else—something that made Lockey’s guarded instincts flare up.

“Hey,” she said as she reached him, slightly out of breath. “How have you been?”

Lockey’s eyes narrowed slightly, his tone flat. “Not bad. Went through the usual grind at school. You?”

Rina hesitated, as if weighing her words. “I’ve been... alright. Just dealing with some things.” Her voice was casual, but Lockey could hear the strain beneath it.

He kept his gaze on her, his expression unreadable. “And where were you yesterday? Marco and Adam were worried.”

Rina looked away for a brief moment, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her jacket. “I was just... taking care of something. Nothing important.”

Lockey’s eyes sharpened, his voice taking on a more pointed edge. “Taking care of something? You were missing for hours, and that’s all you have to say?”

Rina shifted uncomfortably, a slight frown creasing her forehead. “Yeah, it was personal. Nothing you need to worry about.”

Lockey’s gaze remained steady, his Kuudere demeanor slipping just enough to let a hint of suspicion creep into his voice. “You smell of blood.”

Rina froze, her eyes widening in shock. The mask she’d been wearing cracked, and for a split second, there was something raw and vulnerable in her expression. She quickly composed herself, but Lockey had already seen enough.

“Lockey, I...”

He cut her off, his voice cold. “You need something?”

Rina swallowed hard, her earlier confidence visibly shaken. “No, I just... wanted to see how you were.”

Lockey nodded slowly, his expression giving nothing away. “Then we’re done here.”

Without waiting for a response, Lockey turned and walked away, leaving Rina standing alone at the school gates. His mind was racing, but outwardly, he remained as calm and composed as ever. Whatever Rina was hiding, he knew he couldn’t trust her—not yet. And until he got to the bottom of it, he would keep his distance, watching and waiting for the truth to reveal itself.