The two children ate the side dishes with a cup of warm milk to go with them. Under the warm neon light, they chuckled heartily.
Mag was sitting at the side, throwing peanuts into his mouth occasionally. There was a pint of beer beside him as he smiled in a warm, fatherly manner.
On the first day of the shop's opening, he had one customer.
At about 9 pm, Mag walked out. A gust of cold breeze caused him to shudder.
There were only a few other taverns open for business along the street. Among them, Titan Tavern, which was diagonally across, had the best business. At that moment, laughter could still be heard from the tavern, while the situation in the other taverns was almost like that in Saipan Tavern. There were probably more staff than customers.
There was not a single soul on the pitch-black street. Only the cold wind blew.
