Troubled Times

It is a troubled time.

Terminus is running rampant, the fear of the mutant virus is creeping in, gangs are waging war more enthusiastically than ever as if to tear the neighborhood apart, and the new Mayor’s approval rating is steadily dropping despite how little time has passed since they took office.

In times like these, it was rare for people to make time to stop by a bar for a drink.

Even those few bold individuals shrank back at the appearance of a patrol officer, their chatter quieting down, and before I knew it, when I checked their seats, they had left them empty, scattering like mice before a cat.

I couldn’t even curse them for being cowards. I could only stand alone with a shitty expression on my face.

Having no customers wasn’t such a bad thing for me, but with this patrol officer openly staring at me while drinking, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious.

Anyone could see she came because of me, which meant that, in the end, I was the one who drove the customers away!

I had already been chewed out severely by Dragon President because of the doors this Yangban smashed last time.

I couldn’t help but worry about Dragon President’s wrath over the drop in sales.

It wasn’t like I could demand compensation from a DCPD patrol officer, a symbol of terror…...