20 Years Later...
In a city called Lumveil, the bustling population with plenty of multicolored lighting shone brightly like a beacon in the dark as the settlements within the large 50-meter-tall walls, which separated it from the slums and the rest of the struggling netizens of the country, reached their peak business window.
Nighttime was the prime hours of the day when the city became truly alive as people returned from their work and gathered together to enjoy food, drinks, and various kinds of entertainment among the adults who could afford to pay good money to any of these establishments.
Thus, the city favored such places and catered to their needs so the tax could be increased and also make people keep spending more money every day.
In one of such establishments called the 8th Haven, a tall, burly, bald man with a dark blue jacket and black jeans entered, as he wore multiple golden chains around his neck.
