"Are you John?"
He wore a musty jacket, his face gloomy, the coat covered in creases and wall dust smudges.
Evidently not having much luck in Eden City.
John hesitated to speak.
He had been frequently called out by strangers recently.
"Yes, that's me. Speak your mind."
"Oh, my God, it really is you, the mercenary, right? I've got a job I'd like to discuss with you."
The guy dragged a chair over and sat down without invitation, his gaze constantly darting around.
He had the air of someone perpetually dodging debt.
"I'm Clafu."
"What kind of job?"
"Hostage rescue."
Clafu's throat moved awkwardly, hesitating for a moment, he grabbed a half-drunk black beer from the table and downed it in one go.
John squinted his eyes.
Clafu caught his breath and began explaining the situation.
Due to debt issues, his girlfriend had been kidnapped by the Owl Town gang. Now that the money problem was solved, he hoped John could rescue his beloved girl.
