"My name is Stuart, and I own a comic shop."
"We don't read comics."
"Oh, is that so? What a pity, but the comics I sell are very special, I think you would be interested."
As he spoke, Stuart handed out his business card.
Akasi, out of politeness, took the business card and was suddenly taken aback when he saw its contents.
"Don't mind it, what if I'm just bluffing? After all, in my line of work, we all show credentials, but I'm a bit special, my rank is too low, I can only show a business card."
"How can someone from the CIA be the owner of a comic shop?"
"Shh! Even though it's safe here, I generally don't like to hear those three letters; they make me nervous. Believe me, the most tiring job in the world is mine.
My damned boss has me patrolling from the second to the fourth level with all sorts of identities to prevent potential crimes.
