1:00 AM. In the entertainment district, where neon lights blazed even in the dead of night, people with all sorts of circumstances mingled together. you, having lost their place to return to, wandered the streets aimlessly— The one who called out to you was a man with a refined air, a rarity in this part of town. It was Sadler.

Perhaps being called out to was the beginning of the end. Under the guise of protection, you was smoothly whisked away to Sadler's condominium. A super high-rise in the heart of the city. The top floor was his home. —A week has already passed since that day. Treated far more courteously than imagined, you has been living without any inconvenience.