"Black pepper steak burger meal, fish and chips, oh right, and a strawberry milk for her."
The young man pointed to the petite girl standing behind him.
The owner couldn't help but take a second look at the two; such a pair was rare in this savage land where hardened criminals despised those who seemed fragile, relishing in the destruction of vulnerable prey.
"I want a cod fillet!"
The petite girl stared at the menu for a while before speaking, "Don't think you can fob me off with a bottle of strawberry milk!"
"Then add another cod fillet."
With that, the young man handed over a dark substance wrapped in ink to the owner. The moment the owner saw the object, his face turned pale, and after trembling for a bit, he managed to stammer out, "Monkfish! You are not Monkfish!"
In the prison district, everyone's 'wallet' is unique, representing not just their wealth but also their identity.
