The sun came through the thin sheet over the window. Hiroshi didn't have real curtains yet. He was going to order for them today.
He was on the floor mat he brought while moving into the house. Still no bed. His back hurt. His neck hurts. He sat up and rubbed his face. “I cannot continue this rubbish. Do I have to f*****g care about an explanation? I am not just getting curtains. I am getting everything the house needs.” He thought to himself.
Ren was on the couch in the other room. Yuki's door was closed.
He picked up his phone and checked his account balance. Credits: 24,200,000
Twenty four million. Two weeks ago he had nothing. He kept thinking someone would call and say it was a mistake. I finally understood he has been recruited by a private system that rewards protection of peop
