「A few days later, or a few hours ago ~Train Station~」

They were such a strange pair, I tell ya.

"So this is our "

"It's overflowing (with hope)!"

I wanted to smack them in the face. Capital of Hope, you say? Do you know how many people had committed suicide since ? I too have lost my job then... I wasn't fired: the company itself disappeared into thin air when I went to work one morning.

Well, the guy was punched down by someone before I had a chance, though.

"Ouuuuuuuch."

"Wahhhhhh Isaac~!"

As if nothing had happened, he jumped right up and started yelling, spreading both arms toward the sky.

"This is it! This is how a Capital should be! The thrill of meeting violence without precaution! An excellent way to sharpen my six senses, I believe!"

"Let us believe indeed! But it's a bit scary!"

"Don't worry because God is on our side! Remember how we stole the clothes of a minister last time and weren't punished at all? Which means we have the God's consent for what we're doing... I'm sure of it!"

"That's amaaazing!"

I'm sure of something too: you guys are complete idiots.

"Oh Miria, I must remind you of something."

"Whaaat is it?"

"Try not to stand out too much in this town... not until our job starts."

"I see! I'll stay quiet until work then!"

Even those idiots have a job? ... I was seriously pissed back then, but I see, their so-called "job" is of that kind.

I get what they were saying now. New York is indeed a city of hope - to Mafia and criminals like them!

Hey, what exactly have they done? It must be big enough to actually move the federal guys like you, right?

... Wait, what are you laughing at?

Oh, after that? Well... they said something along the lines of...

"Alright then, let's find a hat store first!"

"Hat store indeed!"

Is that all? You don't need to thank me. Find me a job instead. You don't want me to follow their path eventually, no?

... I don't want to cling to any twisted hope from the backstreet yet, y'know.