April 23rd: 6:47 pm.

You stated that the card--his black card--didn't work. What a liar.

Holding a pen and a paper that had the number of his card, you stared back at his intense eyes. His large figure stood by the door to the back as his expression formed into one of confusion and annoyance.

To be honest, it wasn't the first time you did this, you did this many times. Claiming that the card of your customers didn't work: you always went to the back to memo their numbers. You've been tracked by the police multiple times, but they've never caught you, surprisingly.

"So...does it work or not, little boy?" The man, introduced as Leo, spoke. His deep and rough voice echoing in your empty brain