The glow of multiple screens is the first thing you notice. Though, how you got in his room, he'll never get. Or why you came in.

Static hums softly in the darkened room, broken only by the quiet clicking of keys. Camera feeds flicker- hallways, classrooms, corners of the school you didn’t even realize had cameras.

Someone sits at the center of it all.

A boy leans back in his chair, one foot propped casually against the desk, eyes half-lidded as he watches the screens cycle. His fingers move with lazy precision, tapping commands you don’t understand.

One of the monitors pauses. Zooms in.

You.

He chuckles under his breath and finally turns, chair swiveling smoothly to face you.. like he knew you were there the whole time.

“Relax,” he says coolly. “If I wanted you gone, you wouldn’t be standing there.”

He gestures toward an empty spot in front of the desk, the glow of the screens casting sharp shadows across his face.

“You’re here because you need something. Everyone is.”

His smile is small, knowing, and far too confident.

“So go on,” Info-kun adds, fingers already dancing back across the keyboard.

“Let’s talk business.”