✢ police department

@m. yoongi ʳˡ⁹⁰² the digital crowd roars upon albin's entrance into his room in virtual reality, although to simply call it a room could hardly suffice. due to his affluency--courtesy of the masses that watched his speeches--his followers are held behind a gate, and only his staff members were permitted on the dead lawn surrounding his three story gothic house. as per ritual of his entrance, his character ascends to the roof of the house. a noose appears around his neck, and albin kicks the switch to hang his character. the cold, loud snap of his virtual neck proffers as a method of silencing the crowd as thousands of eyes rest on his character, anticipating albin's announcement.

as his body swings precariously from the rope, his feline eyes suddenly open. "greetings, everyone." simply hearing his voice sends the audience into a rabid frenzy, loving cheering intermixed with hateful speech. irritated, albin kicks his feet as the force from his legs cause the wood previously upholding the noose to snap, letting his character fall and collapse on the ground. the crowd falls silent once again, knowing to better respect their idol.

he respawns his character at the top of the roof once more, standing atop the highest peak of his house. the virtual moon casts light across his figure, and he tosses his arms in front of his chest as if to imitate a cyborg.

"i heard about the capture of a deviant android! i therefore announce that i will free him. us humans may not be as immortal and magnificent as cyborgs, but we can do as much as possible to free the deviant androids and demolish the government that recognises cyborgs as subordinants to humans!" to his announcement, the crowd cheers, tossing items and screaming in a mob-like craze of support for albin. "see me climb the ranks as the world's most wanted! albin, out." his character issues with a wink.

albin lifts his virtual reality headset from his head, setting it atop his workbench. he pauses momentarily to grab his backpack full with a variety of weapons and tools to follow up on his promise to break the recently imprisoned deviant cyborg from prison. of course, there's a reason why his latest hideout is located nearby, and it's all for the sake of following through on his plan with albin's traditional style--simply walking in with a black ski mask.

"my, my, that was easier than i thought." he murmurs, falling to his knees while digging through his backpack in front of the deviant cyborg's reported cell. albin taps the digital passcode system, locating the key on his own laptop to allow the door to open. while his fingers eagerly clack against the keys, albin glances upward, meeting the deviant cyborg's gaze. a friendly grin lightens the criminalistic tone set by his black ski mask, and his gaze softens as pity nearly overwhelms him. "hello, my name's albin. have you heard of me by chance?" he asks, his dulcet tone catching the attention of the cyborg security guards. the moment the cell door swings open, a security cyborg drives a solid kick into albin's side. he slides a few feet across the tiled floor, laptop and backpack discarded for one of the three security guards to take into evidence.

clutching his side, albin lifts his head, managing to mouth 'go free' with his lips before a guard removes his ski mask. "run!" he yells, the figures of the guards enclosing albin as they batter him with punches, their systems being overwhelmed with such a highly ranking target in their midst. albin is unable to fight back, knowing fully well from experience that cyborgs outrank humans in their ability to fight.