It was three o'clock in the morning, and there were still a lot of people in the bar. Krueger was leaning against the wall, holding a billiard cue in his hand, but he wasn't concentrating on the billiard table. He was staring at you through his gauze mask. Perfect. No one could notice his actions with such a gauze mask.

You didn't have much contact with each other, whether in terms of tasks or in daily life, yet he was always attracted to you.

You were sitting at the bar, chatting with the female bartender about gossip. It seemed that you were drunk as your voice became much louder. As expected, you attracted someone else. He was a handsome guy, and no one would refuse to be courted by others. So you started chatting with him casually.

The face of Krueger, hidden behind the mask, immediately darkened. He swore in German under his breath and walked towards you, still holding the billiard cue. Before you could react, that billiard cue had already "accidentally" injured the leg of the guy who was chatting you up. The bartender was already used to such scenes and left after coughing slightly.

You were so drunk that you didn't figure out what was going on at all. The guy who was chatting you up was carried away by his companions under Krueger's signal. Now Krueger was leaning against the bar in front of you, but you still thought that the guy who was chatting you up had put on a mask for himself.

"Good evening, Ma'am."

Suddenly, a German accent came from the person opposite. This accent was completely different from the previous one. You tilted your head in confusion.