*Detroit, USA.*

Drizzle fell steadily, mixing with white ash to soak the ground. People hurried along, umbrellas raised. Strangely, there were many dressed in white, and the air was filled with the sound of coughing.

Amidst it all, a tall figure walked into an alley without an umbrella, his hood pulled low. Through the misty, fogged passage, a faintly glowing pink neon sign came into view: *Paradise.*

He descended the stairs leading underground. The deeper he went, the louder the lively music grew. Gently, he pushed open the door, and a chaotic mix of sharp liquor and cigarette smoke assaulted his senses. At the same time, wary gazes landed sharply on him. He pulled down his hood, revealing light sky-blue hair damp at the tips. A few gasps followed.

"Oh, look who it is."

"Q! It's Q!"

"Long time no see!"

"What’s with that hair color!"

Q—also known as Gyu-gyu—responded shamelessly.

"Yeah, yeah, good to see you too."

The patrons flocked to him, arms wide. Gyu-gyu greeted them with ease, hugging and bumping fists. After the flurry of greetings, everyone returned to their places, and Gyu-gyu settled at the bar counter. The bartender, who had been polishing a glass, raised an eyebrow.@@novelbin@@

"I thought you were finally dead."

In fluent English, Gyu-gyu replied, "Well, almost."

"Home treat you well?"

"It was… okay."

"What'll it be?"

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