C872 Why Is He Here

Midnight-bar, second floor.

"You... who are you guys?" The young man who had disguised himself as a mainstream person was currently standing in a corner, trembling. The frame of the mirror on his nose was slanted. He was not supporting him, nor was he supporting him. This place was much quieter than the night scene downstairs. It was so quiet in the noisy space that it made people feel..