Damian stepped into the cafeteria, scanning the room with sharp eyes. Unlike the mission area, the cafeteria had a more relaxed atmosphere—people sat at tables, engaged in quiet discussions, eating, and going about their business. The room hummed with the low murmur of professional talk, but no one paid much attention to anyone else. It was a world where everyone seemed to be on their own path, minding their own business.
Damian's eyes quickly found what they were looking for. In the far corner, Kyle sat at a table with two girls, his usual mischievous grin plastered on his face. Damian narrowed his eyes, the first thought that crossed his mind being: Is he scamming people again with his shitty deals?
