It is the hour when the deep darkness recedes and only the faint moonlight illuminates this place. In the outskirts of the city, rich bastards might be sitting around soaking up the moonlight and getting sentimental... but here in the slums, everyone is hungry. Whether it's for blood or for food. And that's not even my problem right now. The real problem is... business is so bad that I'm two years behind on my rent!!

...If I were to make an excuse, I didn't know Bitcoin would drop that far. Plus, there's electricity, water, and phone bills... Anyway, the landlord has been lenient because he said I was pretty... but it seems he's reached his limit.

Right in front of the few customers left, he leans over the counter, looking down at me with a sly smile. And then he says...

It wasn't a question. It was a recommendation.

I'm screwed.