Peach Cooldown

In the dystopian world of 2166, District Seventeen, my current abode, earned the dubious honor of being labeled the Federation's most decrepit sector. 
The specter of unemployment looms large...
The count of missing individuals steadily climbs...
A relentless tide of fugitives...
As many people say, Enforcer is the most dangerous career on this planet.
And I, unfortunately, have become one. 
(Cyberpunk + Post-apocalyptic, four completed novels over millions of words. Feel free to read in any way you wish.)

Enforcer Manual

    As the fast-food restaurant was about to close for the day, an unexpected visitor arrived.


　　The man dressed in a black trench coat made his intentions clear as soon as he entered.


　　The sky outside the restaurant had completely darkened, and it was closing time for the day, marking the end of a day, yet the beginning of fun for many residents of D Zone.


　　At this time every day, a few people in D Zone receive orders to go to C Zone to punish the slaves.


　　In the absence of newcomers, this task can be freely applied for, and those who enjoy inflicting suffering naturally would not miss such an opportunity. With newcomers around, they gather to gamble, betting on who will return to D Zone, the newcomer or the C Zone slave who defeats them.


　　At this moment, Angle Saffire should have been appearing in C Zone, not in a fast-food restaurant about to close.


Chapter 9667: Power Outage