As the night descended, two figures emerged from the dark, desolate alleyways of the ranker society, their silhouettes blending with the darkness.
The first figure, a man with midnight-blue hair and a thin body, clad in a dark tailor-made suit that gave him an air of sophistication and elegance.
Opposite to him, stood the second figure—a large man with long, snow white hair that brightly shone amidst the darkness, draped in a similar dark formal attire.
While the first man gave the impression of a sophisticated and elegant noble, the second man was the complete opposite, resembling that of a wild giant.
"Where's the boss?" Ragna asked, impatience letting out his voice.
Hajin looked at him and paused. "Knowing him, he's probably already close. He doesn't seem like the type of person to be late."
"You don't think..." Ragna raised his eyes, thinking of a possibility. "... he went in alone and left us from all the fun?"
