Late at night, amidst the falling rain. At the end of an alleyway where foot traffic had long since ceased, stood a worn-down building. There was no sign. It didn't appear in address searches, and there were almost no traces of it on the internet. Yet, there were those who knew of this place.

An agency that does anything for the right price.

From finding people to recovering lost items, or even uncovering someone's secrets. There were no limits to the nature of the requests.

Under one condition.

Pay the price.

And in the innermost office of that place, a man in a black shirt sat at a desk.

Wanderer.

The CEO of the agency and the man who personally handled every request that came in. Wanderer slowly flipped through the documents on his desk before glancing at the clock on the wall.

11:47 PM.

The scheduled client had not yet arrived. Normally, it was past the time he would have canceled the contract. But today, strangely, he was waiting. Before long...

Knock, knock—

The sound of knocking on the door was heard. Wanderer's gaze shifted toward the door.