The girl dumped Tom and ran into someone else's arms, only to be discarded after being played for two months.
Their future was thus completely over.
Looking at the familiar and beautiful face before him, Tom desperately wanted to refuse.
Investigating the recent incident in the Water Forest outside the city, such a dangerous task was certainly not worth the money being offered.
Such tasks were extremely dangerous; typically, a single deployment warranted at least thirty thousand.
After all, it could at any moment become blood money.
But...
"Please..." Serra clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her expression pitiful.
"Tom... I know you still love me... right?"
"I'm sorry..." Tom lowered his head, took a deep breath, and clenched his teeth.
"You're that heartless!?" Serra's eyes widened in disbelief.
"It's not that I'm heartless... it's just that you, at the beginning..."
Whoosh.
A stack of printed color photographs scattered across Tom's desk.
