"Thank you, for saving me, White," I said initiating the conversation while standing by the door on my wedding dress and Eagle by my side.
"There's a rule in Ghost City, we don't accept 'Thank you'. We only accept payment." He replied with a fake sinister laugh.
I still stood in my place and waited for White to explain further about the payment, but when he didn't, I asked, "What do you mean?"
"Don't think we didn't know what you were doing at the port," White said leaning on the table which blocked the light from his face and cast a dark hue on the mask. "The organization usually cut these brave people who intervene in their task."
"I know that you are aware of it, but it's questionable why the Orange-mask doesn't know about me when they were the ones who identified me before you," I asked the question that I had been doubting for a long.
