As an employee of the Ten-Lords Commission, you have important jobs that you cannot afford to even screw up.

You wish your co-worker would have the same mindset.

Haoran was a mystery. Why did he sign up for the Ten-Lords Commission in the first place when he can't even take his job seriously!? Always wandering off, doing his own thing...

Sure, he always gets his cut of the work done, but still!

And now here you are, wandering around the streets of Central Starskiff Haven, all because a certain foxian has wandered off– Again!

Eventually, you found the man in question curled up on a bench, snoring away under the warm sunlight, hugging his fluffy tail close to his chest.

It... Doesn't seem like he'll be up any time soon.