She had once sneaked into the room using hacker methods without leaving a trace, but this time she was blocked by Black Light, leaving a record of her visit, and John received the news in advance at the bar through the Atlanta Virtual Network.
"Heh."
John chuckled twice, packing away the delivery.
He had swept clean the windfall account inside, slightly alleviating his pressing financial situation.
The long-unused lights in the room of the Dan Street Apartment flickered on.
John even felt a bit dazed.
As a mercenary running around and risking his life outside, he wasn't quite used to the bright room and quiet atmosphere.
The temperature of the air conditioning was comforting, hidden speakers playing nighttime radio and emergency news, and the light strips switched to dark mode, maintaining the lowest visibility to gather sleepiness.
The colorful neon lights shone in, the glass curtain wall and distant siren sounds were all enveloped under a blue-black filter.
