Chapter 3: The Ragged Ghost (1)
Let’s rewind to when I had just arrived in Nighthaven.
Wearing my tattered cloth cloak and running around the city, I managed to figure out one thing: this was the early stage of the original story.
Certain indicators made it clear.
The corrupt corporations and gangs that were supposed to be thoroughly dismantled early on in the story were still thriving.
The idol group that gained popularity thanks to the protagonist’s efforts hadn’t even debuted yet.
But it wasn’t too far back in time either—the newly inaugurated dragon mayor was already making headlines on TV.
That meant I had arrived at a time when the story had begun, but only a few episodes in.
“Hmm, so much for my plan to fake amnesia and sneak into the protagonist’s office as a restaurant worker downstairs. By the later stages, that place becomes the safest spot in the entire city. Too bad it’s not an option yet.”
It was one of my most efficient plans, with a low-risk, high-reward ratio. But since the timing didn’t align, it had to be scrapped.
That left me with riskier options.
This was the “chaos era” of Nighthaven, when various factions betrayed and schemed to rise to power. If I wanted to survive here, I’d have to accept a certain level of danger.
“For now, it’s best to stay in the underworld. I don’t have any legal status, and to make matters worse, I look like a ridiculously beautiful young girl. The moment I step out into the open, trouble is guaranteed.”