ilence befell Felix as they proceeded through the crowd, the blind informant refusing to speak on account of their damaged pride. Strives towards the elusive independence had been taken, but ultimately, failure followed behind their reckless actions to walk amidst a crowd while loudspeakers blared and frightened people scurried away with no predictability to their wild movements. An arm remained roped around their's, the cane softly tapping nearby in search of changes in elevation. While the pair conversed, the purple-haired individual merely followed.

Each step was a reminder they failed in becoming independent, the assistance of others being oddly demeaning for the young individual as they followed. Envy flowed through Felix's mind as they jealously listened to them conversing, remembering they would never view the world, while these fortunate few could open their eyes and see it every single day. The soft sounds of anxious crowd members filled Felix's ears, the blind informant raising a brow as they listened to the words being exchanged. Suddenly, the blind individual's step slowed as their eyes widened at the conversation occurring between the citizens around them.

Somebody mentioned a shady individual retreating from the scene, somebody dressed in black, tall with a thin, beard on the bottom section of his chin. The person they mentioned was spindly with long, skinny limbs which resulted in Felix's steps slowing to a stop, the blind informant waiting for more information. The introductions were detected earlier, the purple-haired individual ceasing movement as the question was asked, however, Felix delayed their answer to listen. Carefully, the blind informant tugged slightly to remain close to the description being verbally announced.

Considering the situation, there was a high chance the information was potentially related to an Assembly soldier, Felix turning their head to Jason, the man who claimed to be associated with the TRS.

"I'm plenty fine," they mumbled, inching away a bit more to perform their job.

They tugged away, attempting to proceed in their occupation, eavesdropping on conversations to research potential information which could become crucial to the Terror Response Syndicate. Suddenly, there was a thunderous noise which boomed over the crowd, Felix ceasing movement to cover their ears as their head pounded in protest. Police was commanding people to proceed in leaving in an organized fashion, however, there were hints of panic in their voice. People screamed as they hurried forward, somebody mentioning a terror as they hurried past.

The blind informant was bumped into as they surged forward, people forcing them to bump into Jason, the person originally guiding them. Concern settled on Felix's face, the blind individual never trained to assist in combat on account of their blindness and parent's overprotectiveness.

here was something about the stranger presuming them to have sight which amused and reassured Felix. Perhaps they desired hearing their static “sight” could deceive another individual into believing they could see, although, perhaps it was the man’s tiredness. The apology was responded to with a simple wave of the hand, the blind individual being rather indifferent to the callous assumption about their sight. They supposed after years of blindness, they grew use to the offensive words spoke in regards to it. A fierce harbouring for independence fueled Felix’s decision daily, the blind individual despising the notion of relying on others. Frequently, their overbearing parents constant dotting and fretting resulting in them desiring the power to work on their accord. For years, they depended on others, but they strived to act independently with the assistance of their electricity manipulation. The ability to “see” via static allowed Felix a new perspective, which was more insightful than basic human eyes. Under normal circumstances and with proper focus, the radius around them allowed Felix to be “gazing” in each direction.

Unfortunately, the obnoxious noises of loud speakers proceeded to meddle with the blind individual's focus, leaving their vision fuzzy. Sensing the world became blurry, people melding together as small gaps began fading from their sensory. Slight details faded entirely, forcing Felix to gloss over the changes across the ground. These subtle changes were intimidating, but the blind informant held confidence in their enhanced memory and faint static they maintained. As they stood courageously on the edge of the group while people filtered through. Time remained to request assistance, yielding their independence to avoid the possibility of getting trampled amidst the endless throng of moving bodies. Alas, for Felix, the necessity for complete independence was hounded since becoming a teenager and discovering their unique manner of sight; their sight was advanced enough to fool a teacher under some circumstances, certainly they could handle a meagre crowd, right? A deep breath was inhaled, confidence gaining until finally stepping into the fray. Initially, things progressed smoothly until the blind informant was bounced around by the retreating people around them.

The unexpected movements were disoriented, especially considering the thunderous noises proceeded to meddle with the memory process. There was a pounding migraine brimming, until finally sending and sensing the static currents were limited to a small, insignificant radius. Concern narrowly breached Felix's face, although, they promptly returned to their impassive expression. The attempt at steadily walking proceeded, the informant finding themself lost in the crowd. Abruptly, a hand secured itself around Felix's arm, causing the blind individual to stiffen from a sudden rush of fear. The problem with secretly gathering information was detection, which could lead to a variety of negative consequences from the person's folly. When the man whispered, the informant relaxed slightly as they remembered the TRS agent from the bench, although, their expression subtly shifted to shame. The blind individual's eyes remained downcast while a small frown crawled onto their face. Before the leading could proceed, another person arrived, a feminine voice managing to reach Felix's ears. There was only silence from the TRS informant as they became hesitant to speak after their rather reckless decision which ultimately fail.

Independence was a fleeting thing for Felix and never held firm on account of the deteriation in their optic nerve. Sight could merely be a wonder, but never realized because of the defect which plagued them from birth. Instead of fighting the assistance they received, the blind individual silently accepted it with a sigh while wishing for once they could be capable enough to traverse a loud crowd without help.

tatic flowed through the air, allowing the young individual access to their special type of sight. There were few easily detected features on account of Felix’s blurry method of seeing. Facial features were a rough sketch of their company’s face, although, the informant was hesitant to fixate their electricity manipulation to receive a more detailed view. While Felix has doubts about people detecting their powers from focused use, the effects of static were noticeable under most circumstances. The effects unfortunately made it difficult to detail somebody’s face for future recognition without their complete oblivion.

There was an aimless manner to which Felix glanced around, following sound queues as their eyes stared unfocused beyond the tall man they conversed with; a bane of being unable to gaze through them. The mention of the recent attack hastily captured the attention of their companion, the man becoming invested in the notion to provide the varying information Felix had overheard; there was evening a shake of the head according to the individual’s electricity manipulation.

Presumably, it was a natural instinct to make such movements even if under normal circumstances a sightless person could not witness the display. These minor details were always a mild curiosity to Felix, the blind informant remembering how strangers would gesture while they spoke. Unfortunately, there was little time to fixate on the curiosities of instinctively accomplished movements. Further details were provided about the nature of the attack, the stranger managing to establish a count of the deceased, most probably being workers of the building.

There were nods of acknowledgement from Felix, confirming they were listening to every precious word that escaped the stranger's lips. Each motion, word and sound was captured in the endless archive of the blind informant's mind, storing it into their enhanced memory for future access; the ability was truly exquisite. The final comment about not being working piqued Felix's curiosity, the blind informant raising a brow and cocking their head to the side slightly.

"Hmm? Conducting research should be permitted during work and leisure hours in any establishment. Certainly, conveniently being a bystander is not against the regulations of your workplace, correct?" Felix inquired in a neutral, sophisticated tone. "Is there a reason behind this vexing restriction?"

Information was valuable to an informant, thus notions of limiting research on account of leisure hours sounded ridiculous to Felix, although, they possessed little data of the situation. The blind individual reclined against the back of the bench and increased the field of their static to allow for further analysis of their surroundings. Suspicious characters could be lurking around any corner, and Felix was determined to detect anybody who made peculiar movements. The conversations proceeded, the truth gradually rising through the rumours, until suddenly the thunderous boom of speakers as police voices.

Their authority commanded citizens to retreat from the scene as TRS arrived on scene. The abrupt sound of the loudspeakers caused Felix to flinch, the blind informant possessing a sensitivity to loud noises. As the noise continued, the gifted individual pressed a hand against their forehead as their static sensory blurred slightly from lack of focus. Enhanced memory came with the price of headaches arriving hastily.

adually, autumn was transitioning into winter, each passing day resulting in the air became cooler. There was some semblance of thin snow or frost littering the ground every morning, accumulating throughout the evening. Birds were beginning to gather in flocks, evident by the chorus of squawks, escaping the land to avoid the cold grasp of winter with plans to return after the snow and ice melted. Above was the shining sun which provided warmth, diminishing the effects of the dropping temperatures of autumn. There were only a few people outside during the morning hours, most having left for their chosen occupations or school, which was unfortunate for a young informant who wandered the streets. After several hours of their parents nagging them over their current clothing and insisting on warmer articles, Felix had finally escaped their overbearing grasp. They loved their parents immensely, but their overbearing behaviour became suffocating on most occasions; most particularly their mother. The woman's guilty conscious over the blindness her child received made her fretful and a frequent culprit of keeping Felix from their duties.

There were plenty of simple, unnecessary adjustments she felt required to accomplish, fiddling with collars, keeping the zipper high, checking for breaks in the cane and several verbal lectures Felix had heard millions of times. While the blind informant could comprehend her concerns, they could never silence the fretting with their compensation for their lack of sight. At times, Felix wanted them to cease their constant fretting and forced help; they never granted them permission to be independent it seemed. Independence was an intense craving for the young individual since it remained the opportunity to prove their capability without their parents' insistence to help. Their eyes were a malformation, making it impossible to heal the disconnected nerve tissues, but the sight was never an issue. Educational problems were solved with their eidetic memory while their electricity manipulation managed to work as a sensor. Even while they walked down the sidewalks of the coastal area, electric sparks pulsated out, providing Felix with an idea of the shapes, buildings and people around them; they could even read letters if they were indented enough.

Despite their useful method of sight, the cane proceeded to tap against the concrete in a rhythmic motion. The sound echoed around them, resulting in the small handful of people noticing their presence. They could easily imagine how some stares lingered considering there was nobody around to guide them through the coastal region. Those types of services would be wasted on them since they mapped out the city, a mixture of enhanced memory accompanied by electricity manipulation assisting in providing Felix with a general idea of Lorsette. They moved smoothly through the streets, listening to the various conversations of the people around them, although, most appeared to be menial gossip or unnecessary information. The electricity proceeded to sense the world around them, eventually noticing a pair of figures in an alleyway, a single word being noticed by their passing. They were speaking about the Assembly of Phantoms, which was always an interesting topic for a TRS informant.

Silently, Felix walked passed before leaning against the wall closest to the alleyway to listen to the unfolding conversation. A hushed voice spoke about the recent affairs of the Assembly, even referencing the horde which occurred in the summer and resulted in numerous casualties. Afterwards, there had been nervousness prominent in the TRS ranks, most events receiving heightened security to avoid further loses of citizens and agents. The pair proceeded to speak, motions of lighting a cigarette noticed by the electric sensor reaching out to inspect the situation. The informant proceeded to listen, the pair appeared to be merely catching up on recent events as one talked about their son's graduation from the TRS. A soft, inaudible sigh escaped Felix's lips as they straightened from their position and returned to tapping their cane against the concrete.

There were days where no crucial information would be discovered, and Felix hoped today would provide them with hefty clues to the Assembly's following moves. While Assembly movements were rarely discussed inside the borders of Lorsette, the blind informant already knew their parents would never allow for a journey to Aria. Should they even suggest the concept, Felix could imagine being condemned to their room for days without being admitted time to perform their job. The blind informant only desired to assist the cause against the Assembly of Phantoms, but their parents placed limits on what could be done. Travelling to Aria to gather information would be beyond dangerous, the purple-haired informant plenty capable to imagine the appalled expressions of their parents and the lecture to proceed.

Their walk through the coastal area took the young informant far as they passed by the expansive Starlight Beach and proceeded in the direction of the various warehouses and stores functioning near the shores. As they entered the different area, Felix managed to notice the number of people growing thicker. In whispers, people conversed with others about a recent terror attack in the area which caught the informant's attention. Quietly, they tapped their cane, allowing for their electricity manipulation to lead them through the crowd while their ears fixated on listening to the crowd around them. Instead of attempting to join a conversation, the agendered individual decided to spend their time listening, deciding they could interact with the crowd around them once they discovered somebody with an adequate sum of information. Where there was Assembly activity, there could always be witness reports about an Assembly soldier being in the area, allowing for another identity to be recognized by the TRS.

Recognizing the enemy was beyond important, Felix already knowing they could absorb the mass of information and be able to recount everything in incredible detail to the various officers at the TRS headquarters. The only concerned was the possibility of the noise being overwhelming; their eidetic memory left them rather sensitive to noise. Despite the mild concern, Felix found a location to stand, listening to the conversation, being solely the listener in the situation.