A smile crept its way to the lad's visage as the clock hit double zero.
The skyline from WRTH Corporation's rooftop looked even more wonderful with spectacular fireworks having their own dance, welcoming the new year.
He shoved his hands inside his pocket, eyes wandering around where his fellow Subjects rejoiced, greeting each other with a cheerful happy new year.
Blurred were the noises, yet the future seemed to still hold a speck of hope. "Happy new year," he said to himself.
The two of them have been through so much as the subjects of the corporation, nobody knows why they're still staying there. Definitely not because of the money, the paycheck is lower than Jogjakarta's UMR.
⠀ • 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴
⠀ He was a wild one. She didn't know what her encounter with him would bring, it didn't feel like anything would change at first. He was merely the boy from one of her classes that apparently aced the materials she didn't.
The man jolted upright as his phone rang a loud notification. His hands hastily moved around, trying to locate where the device was and pulled it out of his pocket.
— XXXXX
We have an emergency meeting. Come by yourself to Obuse, Nagano.
Well... What the fuck.
He didn't know how long he's out for but when he woke up, he was stone cold sober, although it felt like a hammer was being violently pounded onto the back of his head. It's still night time, and Tokyo was a city that never sleeps; but everything around him was empty and silent.