Masks and Motives
After Akun had slammed the door to his room shut, he sank into the plush bed, the stress of the day leaving his shoulders in a whoosh. With a sigh, he muttered a command to the system. "Unequip my armor and trench coat."
A momentary shimmer of light enveloped him, stripping away his outfit. He was now dressed in simple attire – a white shirt and brown leather pants. His long silver hair flowed freely down his back, momentarily covering the silver hair pin that held it in place.
He felt restless. He clenched his fists till they became white. He called out to the system with frustration in his voice, "Is there anything, anything at all, you can tell me about Aric?"
Silence. Then, the familiar, emotionless voice of the system echoed in his mind. †[Unfortunately, insufficient privileges exists to access any information about the individual designated 'Aric'.]†