The Watcher

Seething with rage the Watcher stormed away from the window.

"How?! How did she survive?"

Not a mark, not a scratch. Impossible. That fall was enough to seriously hurt her. Something should at least be broken! And she hadn't been in the car and that woman driving had noticed the car and measures had had to be taken. Losing the car was regrettable as it anonymous but nevermind.

That unbelievably lucky bitch had scraped past everything so far.

Getting into the studio had been pretty easy, but getting onto the set and messing with the rigging had been really difficult.

Anger rose.

All that effort and she didn't even have a bruise!

Fucking cockroach.

Fine. Up the game. Simple as that.

Ren would be so proud and thankful. He would get proof that Kyoko wasn't good enough. Didn't deserve him. He was perfection and that money grabbing cockroach was just not good enough! Ren would be rescued from whatever was being held over him and he would be so grateful.

Fine. Back to the drawing board. With an image of an extremely grateful Ren in mind, plots and schemes fell into place.

New plan.

Surveillance. Information was always useful.

Back to the window.

Listen.

Learn.

Plan.

Destroy.