The room fell into silence.
The patrons at the bar gradually left, and Tipsy Bikini entered its quietest time of the day.
John had a drink and closed his eyes to rest, wanting, like the others, to enjoy a moment of peace here to escape the rising sun outside and the anxiety permeating the air.
Jilead decided to chat about something.
"Do you remember Maya?"
"Uh, who?"
John really couldn't recall.
"Gerry Pierce's wife, the one who used to run a food stall on Commercial Street. You asked me to look into her affair, remember?"
John showed a look of realization.
Jilead didn't know the full situation, so he had no idea that Maya was a Special Affairs Bureau agent. He was just casually chatting about it after a few drinks.
Lately, a lot of armed thugs have been robbing residents in the West District, vandalizing stores for no reason, and even teaming up with Ghouls to randomly ambush people.
