As Fabian rested in his newly rented room, he was thinking about his power. He knew that he had to do some research on the extent of his powers. But he also knew that he can't just go around killing people left and right just to do his research. So he needed a mercenary license to do his research.
According to the rude middle-aged lady, she said that his license would take a few days to get made. Until then he couldn't do any mercenary stuff. And that was a problem. Like any being of this world, he needed food to live. But without his license, he can't eat his food. And that was a tad bit difficult situation.
It was then Fabian decided that he needed to find a way from which he could save his food somewhere. That way when he is stuck in a place like this he didn't need any license to do his business…
As Fabian lay in his bed thinking about what to do next, he heard a knock on the door…
KNOCK KNOCK.
