“Hmm.”the tall man hummed as he leaned back in his seat, the cabaret was quiet yet soft chattering and clinking of glasses still filled the silence between the gentle music. He shifted in his spot, letting out an irritated sigh. Yamai adjusted the collar of his black turtle neck as he struggled to relax.

It was getting late, his patience wearing thin as he scanned the club once more. He took a quick glance at his phone, 2340, the meeting was meant to begin two hours ago.