Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

The evening passed quietly in the city of Eldoria, the bustling energy of the day slowly fading into the calm stillness of night. The streetlights flickered to life, casting long, distorted shadows that danced along the cobblestone streets. The shops and markets had closed, and only a few scattered pedestrians walked briskly, eager to return home.

Miss Jenny walked with her head down, her steps slow and heavy as she made her way towards her home. Her thoughts were clouded with regret and shame, the events of the day replaying in her mind over and over again.

The cold breeze brushed against her, causing her to pull her coat tighter around her shoulders. The surroundings were eerily quiet and scarce, the usual noise of the city reduced to the distant hum of a few carriages and the occasional murmur of voices from behind closed doors.

Above her, on the rooftops, a group of shadows moved silently, tracking her every step. They moved with purpose, leaping from one building to another with agile grace.

Their eyes were fixed on Miss Jenny, their expressions hidden beneath dark hoods and masks.

One of the figures, a younger one with a nervous energy, broke the silence with a whisper. "Is she going to be attacked today? Shouldn't we tail her more closely? We're baiting the infamous Chameleon after all."
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Two of the figures turned to look at him coldly, their gazes sharp and unyielding. The nervous agent immediately shut his mouth, realizing he had spoken out of turn.

One of the two figures, a fit young man with a calm expression, turned to the other figure beside him and spoke in a low voice. "Mr. Klein, it's indeed suspicious that the Chameleon hasn't shown up until now, right?"

Mr. Klein, nodded slightly, his eyes still fixed on Miss Jenny as she walked below. "Hmm... You are right, student Adrian," he replied, his tone calm and thoughtful. "But we can't underestimate him. The Chameleon is known for his patience and cunning.

He could be watching us right now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike even if he were to know what we were planning."

The others, hidden beneath their hood, frowned slightly as they considered Mr. Klein's words.

They knew the Chameleon was a master of disguise, able to blend in anywhere and disappear without a trace. But something about this situation felt off. The Chameleon was known for his bold moves, for striking when least expected. Why hadn't he made his move yet?

Following behind Adrian was Sir Dorian, 'Mr. Lucien's trusted bodyguard, his eyes scanning the rooftops and alleyways for any sign of danger. Dorian's presence was reassuring for Adrian; he was a seasoned knight, known for his sharp instincts and unyielding loyalty. He and Adrian exchanged a quick glance, both understanding the stakes of their operation.

They had planned this carefully, knowing the Chameleon would likely try to get rid of Miss Jenny to silence her. She was a loose end, a threat to his commissioner's plans, and he wouldn't want her talking to the authorities or handing over the proof - the vial that held that chemical.

Well, it was Adrian who discussed it with the Inspector later, in order to make Mr. Hawke get impatient and order Chameleon to get rid of the proof, along with Miss Jenny.

His plan was simple: use Miss Jenny as bait to draw the Black Chameleon out, and then capture him before he could escape.

But the longer they waited, the more they felt this was useless.

"Mr. Klein, I spotted the Pink Chameleon." Adrian suddenly spoke to Mr. Klein.

"Eh? He's not Pink Chameleon, he's the Black Chameleon, student Adrian." Mr. Klein corrected him.

"Aha, right, I forgot."

Miss Jenny finally reached her destination—a medium-sized house at the edge of the city. She hesitated at the door, glancing around nervously before stepping inside. As she entered, the house remained dark for a moment before she lit the lights.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air, echoing through the quiet streets.

"That's Miss Jenny!" one of the agents shouted.

Without wasting a second, Mr. Klein and Dorian leapt from the rooftop, landing gracefully before rushing to the front door. Adrian and the other agents followed closely behind, weapons drawn and ready.

They burst into the house, Mr. Klein and Dorian in the lead, their eyes scanning the dimly lit room. The scream had come from deeper inside, and they moved quickly, following the sound.

In the center of the room, they found a young girl, her back to them, standing beside a large mirror. Her hands were trembling as she reached up and pulled off a wig, revealing her true identity.

The girl turned to face them, her eyes locking onto Adrian's with a small smile. "I did as you said, sir," she said, her voice calm and composed despite the situation.

The agents looked at her in confusion, not understanding what was happening.

"Good job..." Adrian muttered under his breath.

"Thud-!"

Just then, a loud thud echoed through the room as Mr. Klein collapsed to the floor, clutching his chest.

"Sir Klein!" the agents shouted, rushing to his side.

"Don't approach!" Dorian commanded, holding out his hand to stop them. His eyes were sharp, focused on the scene unfolding before them.

Mr. Klein struggled to breathe, his eyes wide with shock and fear. He looked up at Adrian and the agents, anxiety in his gaze. "Help me... please..." he gasped, his voice weak.

Adrian didn't move. He stood still, a cold smile slowly spreading across his face. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Pink Chameleon," he said calmly.

Mr. Klein's eyes widened in panix as he realized what was happening. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy, as if gravity itself was pressing down on him.

"What are you saying?" he choked out, struggling to speak. "I'm Klein, not the Black-"

Before he could say anything more, another figure slowly emerged from the shadows, a man looking like he was in his late twenties, exuding an aura of power and solemnity.

Mr. Klein's eyes widened even further as he recognized the figure. "W-Weapon Sage?" he stammered, his voice filled with disbelief.

The figure stared at Mr. Klein—no, the Black Chameleon—coldly. "I finally caught you, you damn rat," he said, his voice low and menacing.