"Is this a place a father should come to? His child must really be suffering."
An old man dressed in a neat and formal butler's outfit looked at the brightly lit storefront before him, listening to the faint music and shouts coming from inside, and watching the men and women who entered but never left. He shook his head.
Following that, the old man walked over, and the doorman stationed at the door, who noticed this distinctly different elder, was just about to stop him. However, in the next moment, his expression changed.
He saw a barely noticeable badge on the collar of the old man's outfit, one of the four types of badges that anyone living within the Federation would recognize. Thus, the doorman very sensibly stepped aside and even signaled to his colleague with a meaningful glance.
"Don't be nervous. I am here to find a worthless member of our clan. It has nothing to do with your establishment."