Rin woke up at 1 PM the next day feeling like someone had tossed him in a blender set to puree.
He stared at the ceiling of Leo's mansion, his mansion now, trying to remember why his left kidney was pulsing with his heartbeat. Oh yeah, he'd spent six hours raiding an illegal underground laboratory, fighting corrupted goblins, and watching a corrupt government official get dragged away in cuffs.
Standard Tuesday stuff.
He sat up, hissed as his muscles complained, and swung his legs out of bed. The tracker in his shoulder gave a phantom itch. It wasn't vibrating or shocking him, it was just there, a little piece of metal reminding him the Association owned his ass.
"You know," Rin muttered to the empty room, "if this was a light novel, the protagonist would've ripped this thing out by now and gone rogue."
[Analysis: Light novel protagonists typically possess plot armor]
[You possess a mortality rate]
[Do not rip out the tracker]
"I wasn't going to, relax."
