The Interloper's First Play
The Interloper didn't necessarily want to kidnap Chihiro Fujisaki. They had to. To end how they'd been snubbed by that which they admired, they needed to create a series a plays to usher in a state of emergency for Hope's Peak. The first play was a competent programmer, which… was easily accomplished. Intercepting the perky Fujisaki was easy, and he couldn't put up much of a fight. And of course, The Interloper was armed with his secret, which caught him off guard. As The Interloper made their way out of the Academy – again, an easy task considering how quickly that fool Rao could be bought off – they found their heartstrings pulled at the weak sobbing of Chihiro in the back of the car. The guards at the great iron gate of the academy didn't question it – merely a student's regular behavior, surely. He kept asking, begging for Kazuichi to be told he was okay – something The Interloper had assured would happen, and they meant it. No harm would come to Chihiro. He was the only one who knew of what he was doing, of course, so they were the sole decider of that whole debacle. But they still felt remorse about tearing a romance apart. No-one deserved that less than Kazuichi, who was snubbed (much like they) for their whole life and holding onto whatever last shred of hope yet remained. Perhaps he would prove too distraught over his boyfriend's disappearance to become an obstacle to The Interloper's scheming.
The Interloper showed Fujisaki to his new project – one he would on until completion, or he (or if The Interloper tapped into his truly dark side, someone such as Mondo, Kazuichi or Kiyotaka) would face immediate consequences. They enjoyed playing the villain, even if only because they felt that had to. That villainy extended to what they forced Chihiro to make next, a worm capable of breaking into systems of even the highest caliber. It took him only 30 minutes. The last thing they heard before they locked in Fujisaki and left him to his work was the weak muttering of "Kaz…" before the door under the facility slammed shut and the first phase of the plan was set into motion. Never would sunlight that meek and gentle soul see until The Interloper was satisfied.
The Interloper next hopped on the monorail to the heart of the vibrant city. They hopped off at their stop, a faceless nobody inside a mass of bodies that went about their daily lives. Some looked listless and dead, others had not yet been trampled underfoot by the world around them. The grey sky was reflected drearily in the grim puddles that covered every road and sidewalk on the way to The Interloper's destination. They came to a stop outside a gargantuan building, monolithic to the city. The beating heart of the Togami empire, Togami Industries, stood proudly among the meagre buildings of the financial district. But a heart could stop, The Interloper thought. They made their way inside.
The lobby smelled expensive, the pristine white walls and black rug seeming to stretch into infinity, the whole place a testament to the wealth of the Togamis. It radiated austerity, and almost overwhelmed The Interloper, a design choice they were sure was intentional. Today, a school trip was happening, a group of budding business studies students from across the country had arrived and were making their way towards the lift. The Interloper, a student themselves, banked on the ego and comfort the Togamis had – that no-one would dare infiltrate a group of guests under their invitation in order to achieve a goal of questionable morality – and interposed with the students. No eyebrow was raised, no security guard raised an alarm. They entered the lift – which played an ominous tune, chosen by Byakuya Togami himself to 'improve productivity' – began to ascend. The music hung in the air all the while.
"Fitter…
Happier…
More productive…"