A fireplace blazed warmly. A woman tiptoed as she tended to the clothes rack, while a young man in a loose, ill-fitting new velvet shirt mopped the floor. At a dining table placed in front of the window, two lovers sat facing the street view, and one of the middle-aged men who had dragged himself in went up to the counter and poured himself a beer to sip lightly.
This peaceful and beautiful scene seemed oddly abrupt in Royal City at this moment, but the man deeply desired it all to be real—
Just then, York patted his shoulder.
"Welcome to the safe house, buddy."
This man, Webb, took a while to respond, then maintained a confused expression as if he had won a major prize but couldn't believe it.
