The more he thought about how a living person was playing cards with more than ten corpses in a dimly lit room into the night, the more his scalp tingled.
Klein suppressed his instinctive fear and looked at the pale face, the malicious brown eyes, and the man who was about twenty-eight years old that suffused madness. He pretended to be intimidated by the man's dominance and took a step back. During this time, Kaspars left the room and closed the door.
The man asked in a deep voice, "You're the one looking for a bodyguard?"
"…Yes." Klein gulped deliberately.
The man's strangeness made him feel fear, but it also brought him peace of mind.
The stronger the bodyguard, the safer he would be!
The pale-faced man in the black vest lifted his chin and asked, "Why are you looking for a bodyguard? How much are you willing to pay for this?"
