Eiden's POV

I returned to that place once again. I hated the noise and the heavy scent of alcohol clinging to the air, but I forced myself to ignore it.

The five-story building was never empty. Even in freezing winter temperatures, people wasted money, as if tomorrow doesn't exist.

I'd never come here before I had nightmare attacks. All this time, I'd been relying on my spy warrior.

I sat at the bartender's counter with a glass of alcohol on the table. Daydreaming while waiting for someone ...