After work, Hank took the subway, listening to the soothing music in his ears and lit up a cigarette.
Today was another day he nearly lost his life, but as a personal bodyguard, he had grown accustomed to it.
As for any grudge between the boss and the other party, he didn't care to get involved; he was just there to work and get paid.
Glancing at the 1.5 times overtime pay in his account, Hank's mood finally improved a bit.
As the subway stopped at each station, he didn't go straight home, but first headed to the chaotic Queens District. He knew from a message board on the dark web that he could get cheap organic food there.
The sole reason he was now working himself to the bone was for something to eat, which was also the only meaning left in his life.
Moreover, being a naturalist, he absolutely refused the taste created by the system's simulations, believing that taste lacked soul.
