Logan placed a sum of cash on the table, far more than the cost of their meal, and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Eleanor to contemplate her actions.Outside the restaurant, Logan scanned the bustling crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aella. He was torn between the desire to explain the awkward situation with Eleanor and the frustration of not being able to find her. The sea of people made it impossible to locate one person, and he guessed that Aella had already left for home.As he reluctantly made his way back home, he couldn't help but feel quite sorry for Eleanor. He'd guess he must have taken it too serious but couldn't reverse it and for some reasons, he was interested in seeing how she was doing. Yet, Aella's sudden appearance had stirred up old memories, and he regretted not being able to chat with her longer but knew he had enough time to do just that.Inside, Eleanor was feeling a mix of emotions. She was insulted by Logan's abrupt exit, wondering if he had walked

Logan and Daniel decided to extend their impromptu reunion by heading to a nearby bar for drinks and food. It was a chance to catch up and enjoy some moments of relaxation. They entered the dimly lit establishment, with the low hum of conversations and soft jazz music playing in the background.After finding a suitable corner booth, they settled in and called the server to take their orders. Logan signaled for a couple of beers, and they decided to share a plate of nachos. The drinks arrived swiftly, and they clinked their glasses.As they sipped their drinks and munched on nachos, Logan couldn't help but be curious about the current situation at the canteen. He leaned in and asked Daniel, "So, what's the current state of the place?"Daniel took a sip of his beer, contemplating his response. "Well, from what I've heard, the main owner wants to sell the place. Can't say I blame him entirely, though. He's getting old, and he's got some health issues. Can't really manage his businesses a

Logan walked through the early evening, still fuming over his encounter with the rude saleswoman. He couldn't believe how some people could behave so callously in this century, and he secretly hoped that she'd lose her job for her behavior. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows on the streets, Logan decided to take a leisurely stroll home. He thought the fresh air might help him clear his mind. However, as he moved further along the path, he couldn't help but notice two young men behind him. They walked with a strange urgency, and Logan couldn't shake the feeling that they had been following him since he left the boutique.He tried to wave off his negative thoughts, thinking he might be paranoid, but the feeling of being pursued persisted. As he turned into a narrow side road, he glanced back to see if they would stop following him. To his dismay, they continued down the narrow path without hesitation.Logan decided to hide momentarily behind a building, peeking ou

As Logan's eyes darted around the dimly lit, arena, he could feel a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. The loud, thudding music that had accompanied the ongoing brawl was now pounding in his chest. He was certain the two bullies who had tormented him for years were here. He had followed a trail of rumors and cryptic messages to this illegal fight club in town, but now that he was standing amidst the raucous crowd, he wasn't entirely sure what to do next.A nervous thought gnawed at him: Should he report this to the police? But then the voices of doubt crept in. What if his tormentors were not here when the authorities arrived, or worse, what if they traced this tip-off back to him? The notion of retaliation seemed tempting, but it was laden with risks.Just as Logan was contemplating his next move, the system's cold, mechanical voice intruded into his thoughts, startling him. "New task, Logan," it whispered in his head, "you should take revenge on the strangers who beat you and

Logan's instincts screamed at him to leave before the police arrived. He knew he had limited time to vanish into the crowd like the others. Yet, he hesitated, turning back to the skinny guy who now cowered on the ground, hands folded in a desperate plea. Logan's face was an unreadable mask, and the sweat that glistened on his skin betrayed the intensity of the fight he had just endured.As the skinny guy begged for mercy, his voice quivered with fear. "I told you everything you asked, man. Please, I've got nothing else to say."Logan's voice was steely as he questioned, "Did you ever listen to the pleas of the people you used to beat?"Without waiting for an answer, Logan clenched his fist and delivered one final punch. The skinny guy's eyes rolled back, and he went limp, fainting from the brutal blow. Logan left him behind, disappearing into the crowd as he hoped that the police would find him there.Amidst the frantic commotion, Logan fought his way through the sea of fleeing specta