However, there's no freedom for mercenaries to maintain order here at night; their duties are mostly during the day. When night falls, people huddle in their homes to pass the long night.
The local snow is incredibly thick. Observing the gray-white sky and feeling the heavy snow hit his cheeks, his figure gradually vanishes into the distance, the crunching sounds of his steps on the snowy ground fading into the endless night...
After a not too long nor too short fifteen minutes, Big Guy finally arrives at the slum that could be described excessively deplorable. Gazing at the trash strewn everywhere, the haphazardly arranged houses, and the faint glimmer of fire in the distance, he marches straight into an underground bar known for gathering intelligence without any pause.
