Chapter 62: Would the Real Phantom Thief Please Stand Up?
Micheal Francis mopped sweat off his brow.
How had things gone so wrong?
Five years as a Climber, slowly and carefully working his way up to the land of plenty, a lucky break with an administrative job, then thirty years of diligent service, and he’d finally made it. He was one of the wealthy decision-makers in the city of his lord, Akul.
He’d lived in a mansion, with maids.
But now he was dead.
Because the coffin was gone.
Baron Akul, like most Lords, was highly paranoid, never telling everyone everything, burying secrets across the city, so many that none saw the complete scope of his machinations.
The only secrets Micheal knew of was the kaiju hidden under the City Records office and the coffin.
But the records office wasn’t his responsibility.