Log 2 : I should've stayed quiet

 "Once you dive too deep, light disappears; then you'll only dive deeper trying to find it again."

«Ume Nishimura, 21 years old, found dead in an empty street. No suspects found until this day.»

Swipe swipe

The mop was heavy, and I was shaking more than usual.

"Shido, go faster. Clients arrive soon."

"Yes."

"You're quiet today?"

"I'm sick and I finished for today; I'll probably get home anyway sir."

"Then get off."

I handed him my uniform, sweat dripping from my hands as I go out.

He looked at me, fazed. 

My nails were bleeding from biting them.

I headed home and opened the door, the handle creaking loudly.

Rec time: 6:34 | Battery: 90%

Clack.

The "house" if we could call it that

is a simple room: a mattress, a window, and a door. 

Toilets are shared across the whole section.

I took my phone back, a habit for me. The sound of the notification hurt my ears.

Rec time: 7:10 | Battery: 87%

I opened the forum to see it empty of anything interesting boring reactions of "who are you" and edgy insults. 

Weirdly enough, both of my main "subjects" were inactive or not interested in the photos, but that was incredibly dumb on my part. 

The murder was near my house, the photos were taken in the same alley, someone heard them here, which will just make them suspicious of this area or worse, know my location.

Beep beep beep

A small ringing song plays as I open the door. I look around me but can't find the source.

My phone suddenly rings with a notification sound:

«So we got our little photographer... read more»

I click on it to reveal a user called "Oku_56":

«So we got our little photographer here... what a cute face he makes when he's surprised.»

I drop my phone.

I bend down to take it, now that I'm aware that someone is watching me.

A live recording in the corner of my door, recording from the outside the inside of my house. How did he get 

here?

Can he hear me?

I look at the screen to visualize exactly where it's placed, but I don't move because I don't want to make them suspicious.

 I close my door tightly, but the recording is still clear; multiple cameras are probably hidden at different places facing the same spot.

"What the fuck," I groaned.

I look around to see a small, bottle-cap sized camera behind my pillow and one on my ceiling. Just think outside the box: if I was a degenerate creep, where could I hide a camera? 

Oh, and one behind my window. I approach to see the window weirdly placed not like someone broke it, but intentionally.

The metallic curtains bent down; something seems to be blocking the curtain from closing fully.

I slightly get closer to remove it.

"AAAH!"

I fall down and hit my head on the floor, just right before a fast, small object (a bullet?) hits behind me. A light reflects in the side mirror; 

someone or an automatic weapon is shooting near me.

Beep

«Aw, you make me blush. As you can see, I placed a trap here. We can't afford to have a mole in our affairs.»

Where did he even find my location? 

"Ah," i said

it was obvious for criminals to find one, especially with myself just giving my emplacement.

I hit my face in anger.

"Fuck playing the hero."

My main priority is to remove the camera for now. I look at the cameras around me and mumble :

"Detonate? Yeah go on, shoot me, but we'll see. Well... you won't but I will."

I rush to shut down the lights.

Click.

Pitch black.

Unless these bastards spent money on high-quality thermal cameras (which I doubt), they won't be able to record; plus, cameras often do a slight light while they record.

I get them one by one, my hands shaking abruptly, making me drop some. I quickly get down, scrambling the floor to feel plastic.

One.

Two.

Three...

Once I'm sure every one of them is removed, I put tape on them, one by one. I can't risk something exploding.

Hours passed and nothing happened.

 I just decided to go to sleep, but I couldn't sleep much. I just kept thinking,

"How did I get there?"

Next day, I head out to work like usually, but the words of people around me feel distant.

"Shido clean..."

"Yes."

"Shido do..."

"Right away."

My eyelids were heavy, I could barely stay awake. I just kept looking behind me before putting down my mop.

"Goodbye, boss."

I handed him my uniform, hesitating.

"You need anything?"

"No, I'm fine, thanks."

I walked off. I'm not sure if I need to go back to see traps set again; I should change my house lock too.

Click, click.

I open the door, checking everywhere, but nothing is set up but a small piece of paper is on my bed:

"You missed one :)"