's

weekend, which meant a holiday for Seon, but in the restaurant b

e known where to start in a kitchen, but I had taught myself

ve. I needed him to be alert, as he was the one who had

ning rush was already in full swing. Just as

en that shift finally ended, I headed straight int

h a suggestion. He told me that if I was truly de

aff, but with significantly higher pay. He even offered

wn struggle, but the name Dark City, the distr

ss place where illegal trades flourished. Some whispered that it was

egends. After all, if such a place truly exis

as too tempting to ignore. Since the man said he wou

oment I stepped off the bus, a heavy sense of unease settled over me; I felt as tho

m looked at me with cold indifference, I finally found

sive, looking more like statues of muscle tha

ss and unsure of what

ctually ma

o had eaten at the restaurant earlier that

" he said, ush

t just a regular; he was the manager of the club. I

rking as a waiter here was a thousand times better than the alternative, the

e to the other workers. I changed into the waiter's uniform and he handed me a hea

IP Room No. 22,

life. Room 22 was located on the second floor. I took th

elled of expensive cologne and tobacco. I scanned the numbe

y swung open. A man in a sharp suit stood there, his hair a striking shade of green. He

iting for? Come

ied inside, but the sight that

rsenal of weaponry, pistols, rifles, and

d man. Swallowing my fear, I moved to the side table, set down t

trench coat over a dark shirt and trousers. His hands were co

g beside him, he looked no older than Seon. The man h

ously inspecting one of the firearms; I ste

same stopping power as the units from the other dealers,"

er. Having completed my task, I bowed my

tell me this club is involved in illegal things. Does the manager know about it?