Your eyes scan through your sniper scope. Your target is a white-haired man, who is conducting a transaction—you don't know what that transaction is either.

Just before your finger pulls the trigger, Nagi turns around and looks you right in the eye with a disinterested face. You frantically hide and are about to run away.

"Where are you going? Tell me, are you an enemy or someone sent by the police?" Nagi placed his revolver on your forehead, yawning lazily.

Damn, this guy is fast.