"So, today's dress code is a royal guard?"

The masked man twirled around as though showing off the clothes he was wearing. Maru was reminded of a nutcracker doll. If there were a few rats beneath the sofa, it would be even more perfect.

"It's a trump card soldier. Doesn't the red heart look good on me?"

The masked man walked across the sofa towards him.

"You're becoming busier by the day, Mr. Maru."

"I'm grateful. How is it on your side? Anything happen?"

"Well, nothing has changed, just like before. I would observe you then be called to somewhere else."

"To where?"

"I don't know. Even if I do, I cannot tell you about it. I would black out like I'm in deep sleep before coming to myself. It's a hamster wheel life without any changes."

The masked man came down from the sofa. Maru looked down in front of him. He looked at the masked man, who reached his knee height.

"I assume you have something to talk about."

"There are a lot of things I want to talk about. I would need all...