Thirty Minutes Ago…
Red, Rum, Gin, Vodka, and Tank were scattered lazily around their empty place.
Ever since they moved in, their already menial work at the back of the mansion had dwindled to nothing. Now, all they did all day was idle and watch their brains rot. They would try to train, but they couldn't do that the whole day.
The only time they left was whenever Ashley left the house.
But she had been staying in.
"Didn't she need to find an office for herself?" Rum grumbled lazily. "Why the heck is she just sitting at home?"
"Maybe she decided business isn't for her," Gin remarked, scrolling through his phone. "The Black Market is still quiet. Such a massive influence the ghosts have."
Tank was seated with his legs crossed, eyes closed, meditating. Vodka lazily lay on his side, his head propped on his knuckles.
"Say, Gin," Vodka said, looking at the smartest guy in the room. "Who do you think that woman is?"
