Chrono, Na, and Dud stood outside a dimly lit KTV establishment attached to a large shopping mall in Notting Hill City.
KTVs were strange places. On the surface, they were innocent, private karaoke rooms for groups to drink, sing, and relax. But not all of them were that innocent. Some provided... other forms of entertainment. Certain establishments even offered the option of selecting girls to join the guests, and some went as far as dealing illegal substances behind closed doors.
They stayed open late, just like nightclubs, and this one had that unmistakable air of shady business wrapped in neon lights.
"So, he's gone from one hole to another," Chrono commented, scanning the signage.
"It didn't take long to find him," Na added. "It never does. His lack of discretion and reckless spending always gets him noticed."
"Right. As soon as he gets his hands on money, he burns through it," Chrono muttered. "Anyway, let's head inside."
