On the sixteenth day after serial killer "Red Deer" fled the hospital, a man pushed the door and walked into the airy bar in Fox River, two hundred kilometers away from Bradmer State Hospital.

It's late in the evening, night has just fallen, the sky outside is still a little pink from the sun's afterglow, and the bar hasn't yet reached its peak, at least three-quarters of the time it's empty, and the old stereos are piled up in the corners, dying, humming a so-called underground band rock song. The carpet hadn't been cleaned in a long time, it felt greasy to step on, there was dried gum in the crevices of the walls that were almost completely covered in graffiti, and a few young thugs who were passing the time were sitting in front of the bar with their backs hunched over, their heads together playing a mobile game. There are also shadowy figures in some of the darker corners, and of course, no one wants to know what they're doing.

And the man caught almost everyone's attention the moment he stepped into the bar, like one of those old-fashioned Westerns, where people stopped what they were doing and looked at the door—a funny scene, to be honest, but it happened.

The young street thugs pressed the pause button on their phones, and they looked at the uninvited guest with that strange gaze.

"Wow-"

Someone let out a long whistle, and everyone laughed.

The man blinked, cradled the leather handbag in his arms, and looked like he wanted to get out of the door. In fact, he should have done it if he was smart enough, but after standing still for a moment, he took a deep breath and slowly walked to the bar.

He sat down on the faded round high chair.

A seat away from the two gangsters who had been playing with their phones, they were looking at him.

This is a person who is out of place with this bar...... A handsome man, or rather, a boy.

He came across as very young, not that he looked so childish. At least the bartender could easily tell that he was an adult, but the smell of his body, which only the kind of person who had never been exposed to any cruelty of the world and lived in a privileged environment could have this kind of careless innocent air, he was like the kind of college graduate who had just graduated, with short fluffy hair as soft as wool, smooth cheeks with a pair of beautiful, even innocent mint eyes, and his cream cashmere wool tank top and dark gray silk shirt looked slightly expensive.

Behind the bar, the bartender frowned slightly as he looked at the expensive watch that the man had inadvertently peeked out of his cuffs.

This man wasn't the man he was supposed to be here - this wolf pub was right in the middle of Redbeard Riley's territory, a sordid haven for junkies, gangsters, and prostitutes, and no decent person would dare pass through the area after dark unless he had a gun.

However, the little boy sitting in the chair didn't look like the kind of person who would carry a gun on him.

He looked like a red-eyed rabbit that had strayed into a wolf's den, a fragrant little snack for the people here.

"What do you want to order. ”

The bartender asked at him.

"Sparkling water with lemon, thank you. ”

Mr. "Dim Snack" replied politely, speaking with a distinctly Boston accent.

The bartender looked at him in silence.

“……”

After a few seconds, Mr. "Little Dim Sum" changed his sitting position nervously, and then said awkwardly: "...... Uh, then Mojito is good.

"Poof—"

The two thugs let out a visibly sneer.

"Hey, kid, did your grandmother finally let you out today?"

One of them said to the man.

"Uh...... Excuse me?"

At first, Mr. "Little Cake" looked like he didn't understand the provocative words, and he winked at the two thugs who were bored and started having fun. The light of the bar could only reach half of his face, and for a brief moment his pupils seemed to turn a very pale silver, like a twenty-five cent coin.

Then he reacted slowly.

"I, I'm here for a reason. ”

He even began to explain to the two thugs.

"My name is Vigilli, Vigili Asther...... Well, actually, I'm preparing for my graduation project. I want to paint portraits of people from different walks of life in contemporary society, and then mix them together with computer technology, and these portraits will eventually become a literal 'mass face' portrait......~"

"Social class?!!!!

A thug suddenly and coldly interrupted Mr. Virgilli's chatter.

He looked like he was enraged, when in fact, he was enraged.

"What do you think we are? What kind of social class do you think we are? What do you think of as inferior?

The other thug made a disgusting expression.

He grinned and waved at his angry companion, "Beat him, Billy, beat his out and see if his smells better than people like us!"

"I didn't mean that, I meant ......"

Virgili stood up in a bit of a panic, and he almost tripped over one.

Anyone with experience knows that conflict is imminent, and this "little dim sum" gentleman will learn his lessons: first, don't go out wearing expensive watches and bags, and second, don't come to such a ghost place - whether it's for his graduation project or for world peace.

However, just as Billy clenched his fist and rushed towards Vicili, his hand was grabbed.

"What are you doing? ”

A tired, hoarse voice rang out from behind Billy.

Barely noticed when the man appeared behind Billy, a black hoodie enveloping his emaciated figure, one hand grasping Billy, the other in his belly pocket, the hat covering the top half of his face, his breath ethereal like the shadow of an old cat.

But almost as soon as he spoke, Billy, who had been menacing before, froze instantly.

"'Helen'?"

He asked dryly.

"Don't get in trouble here, I remember I sued you. ”

The man's tone was like saying "It's a good day", and Billy was very visibly uncomfortable and scared. If he was a puppy, he would have whimpered with his tail between his legs by this time.

"I, I didn't ...... I just didn't expect you to come back at this time...... No, I actually ......"

Billy said incoherently, and his companion leaned over tremblingly.

"Billy didn't mean to, it's this who has been harassing us-"

Vigili Astor turned his head to look at the open-mouthed thugs in shock.

"Hey, I didn't-"

Vigilli then sees Billy fly out.

The man who Billy called "Helen" was throwing a bag of plastic garbage and easily threw Billy, who weighed more than 190 pounds and was six feet tall, into the door of the bar, who let out a scream and rolled several laps on the carpet in a row.

He then turned his face to Billy's henchman, who put his hand to his ear in a gesture of surrender, and he looked almost about to cry.

"Hey, don't do this, I didn't do it, I didn't break the rules-"

"I know. ”

The man whispered as he grabbed the little henchman's collar and threw it directly at Billy, who had just gotten up.

“…… You should be in school right now, not fooling around in this kind of place. ”

The screaming thugs pushed each other to their feet.

"Oh my God, is school on holiday today?!"

Billy said with a sad face.

"I feel like my bones are about to break, my bones must be broken. ”

His henchmen wailed on their knees.

"Helen, you're getting more and more vicious—"

"Helen" stood quietly in the shadows.

"Go back to school, kids, don't make me angry. ”

He said indifferently.

Then he put his hand in his pocket and came to Vigilli.

A strand of white-blond hair fell from the brim of his hat, glistening like silver threads in the light.

"What did you just ask for? ”

He asked impatiently.

Vigilli's eyes widened, and after a moment he stammered, "Bubbles...... No, I mean, Mojito. ”

"Helen" walked away as soon as he received an answer, and it was almost impossible to tell if he had actually heard Vigilli's answer. Moments later, however, he appeared at the back of the bar.

He lowered the hoodie hat, and the spotlight above the bar softly dropped on his face.

With pale skin and long white-blond hair, as well as perfect facial features, it was an absolute, beautiful face.

The man seemed to glow from within, the purest starlight, reflected by the dew on the rose petals, piercing the turbid air and dim light in Vigilli's vision. Just looking at him makes one feel dizzy - even if his face is cold and tired, like a man who is so world-weary that he will end his life in the next second.

Virgili stared at "Helen" like a fool, the pink color spreading from his neck to his entire cheek at a speed visible to the naked eye. He opened his lips slightly, and let out a heavy gasp, as if he had fallen into some kind of trance, his mind and soul had been absorbed by Helen's countenance.

"Mojito, is it?"

As if noticing Vicilly's burning gaze, "Helen" confirmed with a blank face.

“……”

Vigili stared at him dumbfoundedly, like a fawn illuminated by the headlights.

The corners of Helen's mouth twitched slightly.

He tilted his head sideways, ran his fingers behind his ears the white-blond hair that had slipped down his cheeks, and casually tossed rum, cane juice and mint into his glass, filling it with a soda glass.

The bartender on the side watched his indiscriminate tactics with a painful face, and his cheeks twitched.

"Lemon, lemon!"

He muttered at "Helen".

"Helen" picked up a whole lemon and threw it into the cup.

The mixed drink spilled out of the glass and flowed down the bar.

"Your mojito. ”

"Helen" said indifferently to Vickyli.

Vickyli blinked slowly, and he spoke in an ethereal voice, "...... Are you real?"

“……”

"Helen" raised an eyebrow, his expression now like he was looking at a retarded pig, and he opened his mouth to say something...... It took several seconds for Virgili to realize what he had said.

He said—

"Finish your drink, leave the money, and. ”