"Is today the day you work at Mr. Jian's house?" Dice asks, playing with the colors on her body. Actually, yesterday when they were together in this dark alley, Dice wanted to comfort Gala. She knew she had gone too far pointing a gun at her employer. Although she knew the time limit for Gala to accept his fate was getting thinner, Dice still couldn't force it.The colors Dice emits make the atmosphere in the alley feel like it's in the middle of a nightclub. The twinkling lamp light serves as its center, with the loud background noise becoming its soundtrack. Gala had imagined himself being there, moving his body to the music he hears. But... to get a ticket to enter, Gala had to think hundreds of times."No. Earlier, Mr. Jian informed that there's a job out of town."Dice nods stiffly. "Looks like Luke won't bother you anymore."Gala chuckles. "I guess."They fall silent, enjoying the alley that rarely sees any signs of life."But I'm curious enough, Dice. Did Luke see you yesterday

This morning's conversation left Gala extremely uneasy. The lack of focus at work resulted in another chaos. Lately, Gala has been receiving praise from Mr. Kim because his performance is improving. His relationship with Hanry and Luke is quite good. Even that arrogant colleague, Luke, started greeting Gala with a different look. Gala interprets it as fear. Who would've thought Gala could be so bold? Maybe that's what Luke thinks. Unlike Gala, who feels guilty.But today, Mr. Kim scolded him countless times, it seems. His face turned redder than the candies Luke often made as one of the other desserts. His breath became shorter, and his stomach moved irregularly when scolded by Mr. Kim. Actually, it's an interesting spectacle, but Gala can only stay silent. He doesn't dare to move, let alone lift his face. He's afraid Mr. Kim's rant will get longer, like the electric trains in the city center."Sorry, Mr. Kim.""I'm tired of hearing your apologies, Gala. You're such an idiot!"Gala ta

On this intense South Metro night, it's way more nerve-wracking than the previous months. Gala got home later than usual tonight. Dragging two large trash bags out the back door, he seems drained of energy. His stamina is depleted because there was a massive promotion at Mr. Kim's restaurant all day. Luckily, maybe because of the substantial profit the hefty man received today, he generously allowed all his staff to eat what was prepared in the kitchen.As Gala takes a taste, his brow furrows. The dishes made by Hanry, the head chef here, still don't match up to the deliciousness of Dice's cooking. Does the sophistication in Dice's system rival skilled chefs?Walking sluggishly with Dice by his side, glowing brightly blue, illuminating Gala's steps. No words pass between them. Dice occasionally glances at his master, who visibly shows signs of exhaustion. Fortunately, tomorrow is his day off. Dice hopes his master can rest peacefully without anyone bothering him, especially those neig

Dice provided a device for them to communicate. Even though Gala knew they could communicate in whispers and very low voices, Dice chose to prepare something else. Gala is sometimes careless and quite haphazard in his actions."Do I just need to stick it here?" Gala asks to confirm. The device is a very small circle, without cables, and its button can only be touched by the tip of Gala's nail. Dice said it just needs to be stuck on the edge of his ear, similar to an earring. Gala scrunches his face disapprovingly when Dice explains how to use it."Yeah, Master.""It's just a hassle," Gala complains while grumbling. After the device is securely in place, Gala uses the worn-out thick jacket he found in his mother's closet as a cover. He doesn't have any other shoes except the ones he wears for work, so he uses those again to go to the city. In his opinion, he's decent enough for the journey this time. The distance from his house to the city center is about an hour and a half by subway.

This journey, Gala enjoyed it with pure joy. It's been so long since he breathed air so freely. No one yelled at how lousy he moved or gave him weird looks, especially from Luke. Gala never missed an inch of the bus journey that would take him to the subway station later. Inside the train, he was sure there would be no scenery to see except dark corridors. The music Dice played continued to play, making Gala quite happy. There's no more conversation between them. Dice, even though not visible to others, doesn't want to defy her master's orders.Arriving at the station, Gala hurried to catch the train that would depart shortly. It didn't take much time to wait for the next train, but Gala still had to save time. His Code Person had passed the inspection. How the card contained information and the owner's data was needed for many trips wherever he wanted to go. This raised questions for Gala."Dice," Gala calls in a hushed tone, although Dice has already explained how this tool works."