It was a regular afternoon in the black market. The sellers were getting ready for the night, when the market was bustling and full of carnivores, the mafias were roaming the streets, just the usual for an afternoon in the black market.

Gohin was up in the roof of the building where his office was located, high up above the streets, just smoking a cigarette and taking in the sunset, sitting on a random crate he found. It was a rare moment of peace for the giant panda. It was quite cold out, since it was nearing winter, so the panda was wearing his blue jacket as he smoked.

Soon, though, he heard the door that lead to the roof opening. He didn't expect anyone else to be coming up here... ever. This building was practically empty. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and turned to see who came up.

"Hm?"