Chapter 2: Future? No One Knows
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Philadelphia, US.
Year 2045.
"What?! Don’t tell me you went out with her?!"
"No, it didn’t go well, " replied a man.
"Oh my! How many women have rejected you?" asked the man’s friend, a woman.
The man curled his fingers, looking at them as he tried to count. His friend noticed his behavior and guessed that he had dated many women since they graduated from college.
"Only three," the man replied softly.
"Why did you take so long to count if only three women rejected you?!" she snapped, annoyed.
He was Agares Nord, 24 years old, with a slim, muscular build and black hair. He wasn’t particularly handsome for his age, though he wasn’t ugly either—some women found him attractive, even if it was only three.
His job? No one knew for sure. He was studying economics, but his appearance didn’t make him look like a professional accountant.