I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

In the underworld of Nighthaven, all sorts of people crawl about.

There were the inept dreamers with neither ability nor luck, clinging desperately to the city.

The fools fleeing from laws and rules, living recklessly.

And the failures who stretched themselves too thin, only to crumble into ruin.

Naturally, no one in such a place could engage in productive work that created value.

Selling one’s body or taking what belonged to others were the only economic activities they could manage.

Wherever there were thieves to steal goods, there were inevitably fences to buy them cheaply.

Thus, the underworld had its share of professional fences who specialized in trading stolen items.

It was a mutually beneficial relationship.

The fences acquired valuable items for cheap, while the thieves could quickly turn hard-to-sell goods into cash.

Both sides walked away feeling as though they’d gained something.

I had just looted a handful of rings from a drug addict and was now on my way to one such fence to convert them into cash.