“It would be for the best, I feel.” Although from what he can gather from most of her gibberish, it seems that most of the inmates of that room is likely to be unarmed anyway.

Still, he creeps into the dimly-lit office carefully, the place reminding him of the room of a certain tech junkie at his temple. The various computer equipment and monitors showing live video feeds from security cameras aren’t helping with that impression at all—and now Jakob wonders why he’d ended up with this job instead of someone more tech-savvy.

Oh right, because anything his asshole techie housemate can do, he can do better.

He peers over the shoulders of some security personnel observing the monitors or their smartphones, before turning to Ruri once more.

“What do we need to look for, milady?”