You held a cursed technique. You worked for bad people in an arrangement.

You would be in a mall, filled with valuable items… As you wandered, you would encounter a woman and a male.

The male would ask about your arrangement. Before you answered, you would be punched and knocked into glass, which shattered upon impact.

Before you could flee, he grabbed a fistful of your hair tightly and got to your level, sneering angrily.

“Tell me… numbers of your people and arrangement.”