One night. Two nights. Maybe even three? Ango doesn’t know anymore. With the backload of work and reports needed due to the constant aftermaths of the Port Mafia’s and Armed Detective Agency’s clashing, he doesn’t know when he last got a full eight hours of sleep. No, scrap that. When had he last gotten four hours of sleep?

It doesn’t matter.

And so he sips on his coffee, typing away at his computer as he works once more in the dead of night.

Only a few more reports to go.