FC: Choi Dal Po
Speech Color: #3EB100 || Thought Color: #008000
Grayson walked out with handcuffs on and two police officers on either side of him. The red and blue lights flashed against his pale skin while his eyes stayed on the ground. He didnât even keep his head upright to see where he was going. His glasses threatened to slip from his face. He walked slowly with one of the police officerâs hands on his shoulder to push him forward and steer him in the right direction. It didnât look like there had been a struggle to arrest him, there was only a wound on the Graysonâs hand that was bleeding rather badly. But no bruises accompanied that wound and there wasnât anything else but that cut. The noise around them was so loud, other police officers trying to talk to one another, crowds of people trying to make sense of what was going on and news organizations standing by to find out the identity of the great and famous hacker, Techsigma.
The cops pushed Grayson into the police car and left him alone as they went to go control the scene. The young man sat quietly in the car, leaning on the door to look outside and watch the scene that went on around him. He could see people taking pictures of him through the window as he stared blankly back at them. He seemed to just stare right through everyone that tried to catch a glimpse at him, as if he werenât really alive.
That incident had now happened about a week ago. Things werenât going much better for Grayson, but at least he wasnât in jail. After his arrest, he had been brought to the agency. The government funded law enforcement that takes care of big cases. Those that are wanted by the agency should be terrified of getting caught because theyâll never be leaving jail. He had been lucky in this case and they decided to give him a deal. Heâd be put under house arrest, but he wasnât allowed to stay at his own home. He would be monitored at another agentâs home and everything he did would be monitored. In exchange for this less harsh punishment, he would have to work for the agency. He would be working with the agent that he lived with, and put his computer skills to better use as the head of the agency had told him.
Grayson had been silent in the car ride. He had been rather quiet through this entire thing. Any questions were answered simply and straight to the point. He never gave long winded explanations or stories. Any information the agency wanted, came from other sources for the most part. He didnât share much about his life, but because they knew his true identity of course they were able to find out who he was, they knew what school he graduated from, when his mom had passed away, the fact that he was the legal guardian for his little sister and that his little sister was in the hospital. The things they couldnât find out from official documentation were just things theyâd have to find out on their own. Even that deep cut he had on his hand. All they knew was that it was self inflicted, since thatâs all Grayson would say.
When the car finally stopped, Grayson unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his personal belongings from the car. He only had the one suitcase. He hadnât been allowed to keep his computer as that was now locked away at the agency for further investigation. All that was left was his clothes and a few pictures that he kept with him. He didnât have much else that he had. Anything belonging to his sister had been removed and put in storage for her and the furniture in the apartment building belonged to that apartment complex.
The moment he turned around to follow his new housemate inside, he paused. He hadnât gotten a clear look at the home until now. It was large. He had never lived in anything but an apartment, he had no idea what to expect from an actual house. His parents were always too poor to own a house and he certainly never spent his money on one. He started to suspect that the agency probably bought this place up and moved both of them into it, instead of just having him move in with the agent. Why would someone have such a large house meant for just one person? It seemed so unnecessary. If his family could live comfortably in a three bedroom apartment, he couldnât see why one person would need an entire house to themselves. It took him a moment to shake off the surprise and start moving again, dragging his suitcase behind him.
After a long silent ride home, Grayson said his first words "This place is huge." It sounded much more like a statement and less like someone who was in awe. It was as if it were just an offhanded statement as he made his way to the entrance.