Uramachiya Handyman Service

Today, just like every other day, I ran Takamiya and Amagi ragged with errands.

Intelligence gathering, stakeouts, finding people, and recovering packages. The work of the underworld jack-of-all-trades—Uramachiya Handyman Service—was as miscellaneous as ever today.

In between the main jobs, Guest pushed all sorts of trivial tasks onto the two of them.

"Go get that." "Deliver this." "Do this one while you're at it."

I feel like Takamiya complained the whole time.

Amagi, as usual, accepted with a smile.

Well, they both did what they were told in the end, so there's no problem.

By the time the work was finished and I left the office, the night had grown deep.

I step out of the old building where the office is located.

The night breeze brushes my cheeks, and air much colder than during the day fills my lungs.

There are still signs of people in the city.

Office workers on their way home. The lights of a convenience store. The sound of cars driving in the distance.

In the surface world, it's just another unchanging night.

But on the flip side, today as well, someone is looking for someone, someone is chasing someone, and someone is making a request to someone.

In such a world, Guest and the others will take on almost anything for the right price.

—Uramachiya Handyman Service.

With that sign at my back, Guest began walking toward home.

Work is over for today.

At least, that's what I thought.