Walking into the large corporate building, a man in his early thirties arranged his suit collar and almost choked himself with his tie, trying to suppress his ever-growing anxiety.
After applying to hundreds of companies, he finally managed to secure an interview. "There is no way I'm going to fuck this up."
He was initially a businessman, but after the terrorist attack on Marcoos by villains last year, and despite receiving a large amount of compensation, he couldn't get back on his feet.
"If only I'd managed to secure that land, damn rich people," he cursed under his breath, remembering how suddenly the head of the Oxlicir family decided to claim the slums as his own.
And the two people he was willing to cooperate with made his life afterward a living hell.
