As the silver moonlight fell, darkness covered the sky.
"I must be crazy!"
A black figure appeared at the corner of the street, with a cap covering half his face. It was Simon!
He had no idea why, but because he was curious, after walking into that store and seeing that Voodoo Rituals, he seemed to have a recurring voice in his heart.
"Hiss… Obtain it! I must obtain it!"
Even so, the cost of one gold punk was clearly too much for him.
Nevertheless, Simon decided to do things his own way, a way that should not be done during the day.
During his rebellious youth, he had done many things that made adults detest him—heavy drinking, depraved parties, fighting… In fact, he had even learned some quick money-making skills from an old swindler.
"I noticed the store's lock is very easy to pry open… I can probably take some other items with me too…"
