Chapter 7 Favored by Fate

The knocking was neither hurried nor slow.

But without waiting for Jason's response, the wooden color vanished from the door, revealing its original transparency.

A young man stood outside.

Dressed in a suit and shining shoes, with handsome features and clearly layered hair, he was obviously groomed by a professional.

At that moment, he was wiping the hand that had just knocked with a white handkerchief.

And his gaze upon Jason was filled with curiosity.

It was the look one gives to appraising goods.

Such a look was enough to provoke irritation.

And the recent action of the "visitor," although the 'door' of the 'apartment' wasn't a real door, gave one an involuntary sense of 'intrusion.'

Even though the visitor had 'knocked.'

But Jason was quite calm.

After all, he had anticipated this.

"Jason?"

The young man said, with a slightly elongated intonation.

Such an intonation, paired with a questioning stance, made him seem even more insincere.