Prosperous Era, true to its name, features opulent decorations that exude style without losing taste.
It's still early, within working hours, so the bar is almost empty. Thus, upon entering, Titus Zane immediately sees Logan Ray, who is passed out drunk on the bar counter.
Even from just a silhouette, she recognizes him instantly.
A girl in a little dress stands next to Logan, one hand gripping his arm and the other constantly patting his back. Her face is close to his, murmuring something indistinct.
Titus Zane quickens her pace. In her rush to get here, she threw on a trench coat over her beige knit sweater and wore flat leather shoes. She seems slightly disheveled as she clutches her shoulder bag.
Yet, she cannot conceal the unique aura that innately flows from her.
"Logan, what's wrong?" Titus Zane hastens to Logan's side, holding his arm, her expression anxious.
"You...are you Titus Zane?" The girl in the dress scrutinizes her uncertainly.
