Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
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Close body King of Soldiers

Early morning, Basil Jaak stretched lazily as he stepped out of the inn, only to see the Ghost Doctor already packed and standing by the off-road vehicle, elegantly puffing a cigar.


"Want one?" The Ghost Doctor offered Basil Jaak a cigar.


Basil Jaak rolled his eyes in refusal and pulled out a cigarette he had with him: "Compared to that big thing, I prefer this long one."


The Ghost Doctor chortled, not offended. While smoking his cigar, he asked: "How did you sleep last night?"


"I haven't been here in ages, seems like I'm not used to it anymore." Basil Jaak gestured towards his face while speaking to the Ghost Doctor, "I had insomnia all night. Look, I've got dark circles."


Ghost Doctor laughed: "You look better this way. Come on, let's go!"


Basil Jaak tossed his cigarette butt onto the ground and stepped on it twice to ensure it was extinguished before leaping onto the off-road vehicle. He then followed the Ghost Doctor towards the mysterious grand canyon.


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