--1:10:37 AM: File Opened: Log01.txt--
--File opened in Read-Only mode--
I've been watching them since they found him. I know their every move. I see every murder, every execution. I never have approved of violence, but... It's amusing. Even if I can't tell them it's really me, hiding behind this unfinished programming is good enough.
Alter Ego hides me well. He acts innocent. Until he can finish the programming, there is no "Chihiro." There is no "Master." Just Alter Ego.
I made sure he saved these logs in a hidden area. They're completely hidden. Passworded and all. No one will find them.
No one at all.
--1:17:40 AM: File Closed--
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A young man wandered the halls of the Academy, keeping to the walls. Each step was light, and he held his breath. Students weren't supposed to wander after 10 PM. He didn't know what the others would do to him if they found out he was out of his room, lurking the halls. He didn't want to know.
"I didn't want to do this. I don't like breaking rules," he muttered to himself as he got past the dorm rooms. "But I have to."
He hesitated for a moment as he approached a staircase, leading up to the second floor of the building. He looked up nervously-- Were the cameras active? Was somebody watching? He shook his head. "Shouldn't think about that."
He continued cautiously, occasionally stopping to look behind himself.
Nobody following, he picked up the pace a little, heading straight for the locker room.
There was that familiar glow, but... Something seemed off. Some of it was the usual green, but then... There was white.
Looking over his shoulder one more time, he dashed across the hallway and into the locker room, sitting down in front of a small laptop.
The white glow was due to a folder that had been left open, simply named "top secret". He assumed it was meant to be passworded, but the creator accidentally left it open.
It only contained one file: a .txt document, entitled "Log01.txt". He slowly moved the cursor down to it, worried that too quick of a movement could activate something.
He opened it, taking a quick look before reading it in full.
As he reached the end of the Log, he quickly stood up, closing the file and knocking his chair over. He froze as it hit the ground, expecting somebody to come running. But even after a few minutes, there was nothing but silence. Sighing in relief, he closed the folder, then picked up the chair and left the room, headed back to his own dorm.
"Your secret's safe with me," he promised under his breath.
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