Leon stared blankly at the building in front of him.
Of all the places he imagined the Twilight Order would hold their so-called "secret gathering," this was definitely not one of them.
It doesn't look like it at all.
A three-story building stood before him, bathed in golden light. Fancy lamps twinkle along its edges, the sound of music echoes softly from inside, and people in expensive coats and dresses laugh loudly as they go in and out.
The bright sign hanging above the door reads in bold, glowing letters, clearly stating:
"Tonight's Night."
Leon rubbed his temple slowly. "This… this can't be the location, right?"
He asked the chestnut-haired girls standing beside him.
"This is the location." She said.
"Yeah, I can see that," Leon muttered. "I just… didn't expect our great and glorious underground hidden organization to meet in a… bar."
She tilted her head.
"Commander picked the place."
"Of course she did," Leon sighed.
