¹⁰¹-°•*🖥️CODE BREAKERS⚙️*•°-^⁰^

-PROLOGUE-

★Azrael★

The sun shined through the window. Nothing out of the ordinary, but that was the problem. In my life it had always been like this...ordinary, repetitive, boring.
I was forever grateful for my life don't get me wrong. Growing up I was short of nothing. If I walked past a toy store and did something as little as look at a doll, no matter the price I would've gotten it. If i wanted to go somewhere, before I even say where and why my bags would have already been packed for me, filled to the brim with luxury items to "show people how loved I am".
I feel loved, I really do, but items and status can only do so much for someone before it feels more like a ritual than an act of affection.
Those once adored acts had now been drowned out by the simple fact that "If I wanted it, I got it", it felt like I had nothing to cherish, if I lost something it was easily replaced, if someone had anything better than me it wouldn't be for long.

Nothing mattered if how I got things didn't matter as well.

And of course, to maintain all these luxuries, my parents had amazing jobs, at the cost of spending time with their only child. They worked day and night, weekends and holidays, everything.
It hadn't always been like that. It had just been until work slowly consumed the entirety of their lives.

Now with that information many would call me spoiled, maybe I am, but if there's one thing I lack it would be parents who are there at home. Parents who are there to see when their child falls, when their child smiles, when their child talks.
Parents who are actually there.
Not just in memory when I look at a simple object.
Again, it wasn't always like that. There was a time they were there physically. Before their businesses took off. Instead of giving me things to have fun with, they used to make their own version of fun. Games, activities, jokes...I miss those days.

At least I'm not completely alone. I have-

My thoughts are interrupted as I hear a knock on my door.

"Miss Azrael? May I come in?"

An elegant voice calls out from behind my door. It is our family's housekeeper, Vincent -though he's more of a butler or nanny.

"Yes you can!" I yell as Vincent opens the door, gently peeking through.

"Morning Miss Azrael, breakfast is ready. It's nothing too heavy so do you mind trying some?"

"Morning Vincent, I told you not to call me Miss Azrael it's not the 1900's. And I'll be down for breakfast in a bit if that's okay...?"

"Take your time Miss Azrael."

Before the words processed the older man had already left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar for the faint scent of peanut and blueberry french toast to fill the room.
I sigh softly. Vincent was always the witty type, his cleverness was the only thing keeping me from getting upset at his minor antics, that and the fact that he's the only other person sharing oxygen with me in this house.

A short while after that interaction I had woken up from the side of my bed and made my way downstairs.

"If you would like more just call for me. I will be in the yard watering the plants."

Vincent called out from the bottom of the staircase before leaving through the back door.
I take my place at the table and slowly eat my breakfast, taking in the early morning sound of birds humming, and the little rays of sunshine that peaked through the leaves of nearby trees.

Vincent had returned shortly before my last bite. Once done, I put my plate in the sink and decided to take a walk outside.

"Vincent, I'll be in the yard for a bit!"

"Oh thank the heavens! If you had spent any longer in that room I'd fear you'd turn rotten!"

I play off Vincent's playfully snarky joke with a chuckle as I make my way through the back door.
The cold morning breeze mixed with the suns warmth and the scent of dewy leaves filled my senses as I take a mindless pace in the garden.
My eyes drift over the beautiful selection of flora that Vincent had gotten permission to plant in our backyard. The elegant purple hyacinths glistening with dew along with the white tulips basking in the sun's glory and other plants swaying in the gentle breeze. Vincent had done a brilliant job caring for the yard, and the house as a whole.

After pacing along the seams dividing the cement and grass I make my way back in the house. I notice Vincent digging through the fridge and drawers.

"Azrael, you've returned. I see we may be in need of some more groceries. It's quite early in the day so I suggest you rather stay home and I will make the trip"

I nod in response as Vincent takes the car keys and a few bags and heads off.
I stand there until I hear the sound of a revving engine grow faint, signalling he's gone.
I walk around the house in a bored daze before I decide it's best if I probably have another nap.
I make my way upstairs to my room and close the door behind me. I sigh as I fall back onto the bed. I pull my blanket over my head and shuffle to the middle of the bed when I feel an object brush my leg.
I pull off the covers and examine the strange object.

I've never seen anything like it. I don't even think it was mines.
It was almost like a tablet but more flat.
A panel of some sort?
I examine the object further when suddenly a text appears on screen.

"Universal code breacher"

Universal code breacher? What was that?
The text fades before displaying what I can assume are codes, but for what?
I try to read over the codes.

<Input;color>
→<vase>;rgb (255, 192, 203)

I tap the numbers displayed, changing the numbers out of curiosity.

<Input;color>
→<vase>;rgb (0, 128, 0)

I click save when a bright red button labeled "EXECUTE?" appeared on screen. I click yes and pause.
Nothing happened.
...
Yeah nothing.
I sigh as I toss the universal code breacher panel whatever thingy aside and fall back onto my bed. My eyes slowly flutter shut until I notice something.
My flower vase.
It's...green?
I sit up and rub my eyes, thinking that I was simply imagining things, but no.
My beautiful pink vase is now a horrid shade of green.
My distaste was cut short by the simple fact that-

"My vase changed colors."

...

What. The. Hell.