C240 I will Return All of Them to You

The night was dark and inky, as if someone had knocked over the inkstone and it was so thick that it could drip at any time.

In an unknown small bar, deafening music enveloped their bodies like a heat wave. The weather in early autumn had long since lost the summer heat, but the men and women inside the bar didn't seem to notice the change in season at all.

At the bar