[RL - aftermath of collar labor.]

The moment Issei read Vanessa's post, he knew the jig was up. Someone had told her who was responsible for the theft. And someone else would doubtless provide a worldhop for her, so he did the only reasonable thing he could do:

He hid in his closet, curled into a ball and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Maybe she wouldn't be able to find him. O-or maybe the other monks wouldn't even let her into his room at all! Maybe it would all blow over-

He was going to die.

[Locked from anyone the labors are directed at, dated soon after Vanessa leaves.]

If anyone was concerned after seeing Vanessa's post - I'm still alive. Being stomped on hasn't really assisted my recovery from the aforementioned gunshot wounds, but it could have been much worse.

Three labors down, twelve to go.

...I wish I could explain myself. I have a reason! If they knew why I was doing this, I know they'd agree it's more important than their inns or their labs or their collars. I just - if I explain, I've broken my agreement, and it's all for naught. It's too important to let it all be for naught.

((Cuddy's underwear is next. Arc, do you want to start interfering?))