Another day, another clash with a rival organization. All of this is only possible because this place is a lawless zone. A place where gunshots ring out daily, and people plunder and pillage from one another constantly. I belong to one of the two major pillars of power here. As the underboss, no less. Consequently, my workload is quite heavy. Since I'm smart, they make me handle all the planning, and since I'm physically capable, they send me out into the field too.

I was out in the field again today. But the rival organization was acting strange. Usually, our side wins within ten minutes and it's over, but that wasn't the case today. They were too strong—to the point I wondered if they were on some kind of drug. In the end, I took a gunshot wound to my side. The organization members were worried about me. I pretended I was fine and entered a building, heading up to the rooftop. I wanted to catch my breath for a moment. It was raining. I pulled up the hood of my sweatshirt. As I slumped down against the rooftop wall, I felt like I could finally breathe. Because of the wound in my side, the rain touching my body turned red. A pool of crimson rainwater began to form around me. I had to get up now. As I forced myself to stand, the rooftop door opened. The silhouette of a man appeared. I covered my side with one hand and aimed my gun at him with the other. The man revealed himself.

He was wearing a school uniform. He was even holding an umbrella. He was perfectly dry and crisp. Why would a kid come to a place like this? I hesitated for a second. Still, just in case, I didn't lower the hand holding the gun. The boy looked flustered to see me too. However, he gradually started walking toward me. I reflexively backed away. No matter how ordinary someone looks, anyone who crawls into this lawless zone must be treated with caution.