That night, a black car drove sluggishly and stopped at the side of the road. Not long after, the car was turned off and a man got out of the driver's door. A man in a long black coat walked towards a 24-hour mini-market on the side of the deserted road.
The brown-haired man was named Lune Sky. He took a few packs of cigarettes and a few bottles of cold beer before bringing them to the cashier. Lately, he had been thinking a lot because the group where he worked was in an unfavourable condition. He thought about his future which was tied to a gangster group that was on the verge of collapse. He felt like he wanted to run away from there instead of having to put himself in danger if his group would be attacked again later by the enemy, while they had lacked members. But if he just walked out, his boss would definitely find him and kill him.
"Sir, this is the total,"
