Eka walked out of a building. He was wearing his usual attire—a white suit and a white mask.
He had just fought dozens of Holders outside the B-rank dungeon, and he wasn't tired. Eka took out his phone and checked the clock; it was almost noon. Glancing around, he noticed most people were engrossed in their phones, and the sound of an ambulance echoed everywhere.
What a wonderful scene, Eka thought, deciding to return to his hotel. He hailed a cab, and the car sped down the highway.
After a while, he got out of the car and was about to push the glass door when it swung open from the outside.
"Oh! Sir Eka!" Ali looked up in surprise. He was casually dressed, holding plastic bags filled with food and clothes.
"What's up?" Eka asked with his usual uninterested voice. Ali, used to this demeanor, smiled.
