A scruffy mop of black hair that looked like it hadn’t seen a comb in ages, paired with a crumpled suit that hadn’t been washed in who knows how long.

The man was tall, with sharp features that might have qualified him as handsome if not for his perpetually lazy expression and half-closed eyes. His appearance screamed of someone who had either given up after endless job rejections or had been loafing around after being fired.

Sitting across from him, I couldn’t help but inwardly sigh and tightly shut my eyes.

‘Great. I just met the protagonist.’

It was frustrating. …