Inside the abandoned factory, a man in black with short hair was adjusting his coat. The sudden glare of the overhead light displeased him greatly, and dark currents surged beneath his pale golden eyes.
"Spumoni, where have you been?"
Gin was chewing on a cigarette, refraining from lighting it for once, his dark green eyes locked straight onto him. Given that this fellow had been lingering by *that person's* side lately, even smoking required sneaking around behind the scenes.
Chapter 84