Wild Wolf Bar
The deafening rock music almost drowned out all sounds, beneath the dazzling lights were everyone lost in their intoxication.
Jack was, as always, wearing his Death Angel exoskeleton, hot-dancing on stage with a sultry Valentino girl; wearing that suit always made him the coolest kid in the room.
He seemed to never know what unhappiness was.
Valerie had already shed her perpetually unchanging corporate dog suit, replacing it with a leather jacket and jeans, her demeanor had transformed, fully immersing her in the street scene.
"Water?"
Valerie held a whiskey glass, the amber liquid inside with ice swirling around, much like her fluctuating mood, because standing in front of her was Gloria.
"Why would you think of asking me such things, it's your company's secret. Just half a month ago, we were still enemies. Aren't you afraid I'll take this information to Mizuki and trade it for a chance to return to Huang Ban?"
