Akuma's Room

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Akuma's Room is Barely furnished with only one single bed and mattress (No blanket or pillow), a sink, a mini fridge and a few counters, on the wall of his room is a large collection of mounted knifes, ranging from Japanese to Arabic origin, there is a small coffee maker on one of the counters and a box that houses one bloodstained standard issue military CQB kinfe if asked about it he will sometimes become agitated. the room is a mess, as clothes and used bullet cartridges and shells span the floor, there seem to be bullet holes in the wall, as far as he can remember they are bullet holes. though Akuma spends most of his time alone , his handler "Sierra" is almost constantly there, bugging him.

*Akuma softly opens the door and walks in, kicking some of the used bullets off the ground. he sighs and holds his head " Sierra will be here any minute now, god help me...." He mumbles and sits down on his bed, staring at the glass box on the counter, examining the knife of a second, remembering that one second where his whole life changed, not wanting to pick the knife up, but an unknown force almost beckoned him towards it. He decides to stand up and walk over to the coffee machine, which was surprisingly full, then again, he would have to write out that incident report about the cafeteria and how him and Agent Grafter broke out into a fight. "Heh, thats a lot of papers he mumbled". Not long after he heard a knock on the door, he grudgingly walked over and opened it. It was Sierra, she smiled at him "Hey champ..." She said smiling, it was a smile that only appeared when she did something drastically out of line. Akuma sighed "What the hell did you do this time....." He mumbled, looking at what now seemed like a plastic bag with three rectangular objects in them. Sierra grinned and spilled the contents on the table. Akuma could barely believe his eyes. He paused "Telekill..." He whispered. "Look, I need to hide these somewhere, no one comes knocking around for you so I just thought...." She trailed off, already at the door. Akuma growled, questioning his life decision, but agreed. Sierra pranced out the room. Akuma swore every foul word he could at the Ingots, "What if i get caught!? huh! God damn it I should turn it in....but again....we could make a lot of money off of this".He thought as he sat on his bed just staring at them, wondering what their price would be.*