The black market was bustling with clients, addicts, and workers as the clock struck 2 a.m.. The later it gets, the more full it is. Well, at least that's what Gohin always says. The panda doctor found himself working late in his office in the black market, which was found in a high floor of a multiple room building. He was meassuring medicines for some of his patients as he felt the grogginess from staying up too late get to him.

The lit cigarette in his mouth was the only thing keeping him awake and aware at this moment, the burning feeling of the tabaco in his cheeks felt nice and good. But as he was busy working, someone suddenly came through the door.

"Eh?"

The panda said with an exhausted tone, lifting his head off the desk to see who came into the office.