Profile LOCK-621: Shiori

The typewriter clicked, it almost sounded like music from a most unusual percussion instrument. Yet despite Shiori's fingers dancing quickly across the keys, the topic of her report was anything but joyful. Typing out her manuscript like that was old fashioned, but she liked it that way. Rumours and hearsay were drifting invisibly through the air around her. But she filtered the truth from the whispers, extracted the facts from subjective memories. She wrote them down, as objectively as posdi...