Compass Carburettor had one limitation in the type of work he could do to earn money. It was that he didn't have a legal ID. After all, he wasn't even a denizen of this world. He had been here for less than a day.
Since any work with a decent pay needed him to show his identity, all he could do was work part-time with minimal wages. Thankfully, the job at the café gave him a decent pay.
It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to get by. Pocketing the envelope, Compass Carburettor walked through the street, watching the number of people on the road beginning to decrease sharply.
After all, it was already 10 PM. And in this part of the city, there wasn't much for the nightlife to go about. And, most of the shops were already beginning to close down.
