Chapter One: A Dead Man Accepted the Order

“From the moment you accepted the order.” The man placed an unmarked black bank card on the entry table. “Three hundred thousand in advance. For thirty nights, deliver the same meal at midnight to whichever address I specify. No substitute rider. No delay. Do not open the food, and tell no one whom you saw tonight.” “If I refuse?” “You walk out and continue paying your debts. I will not kill you.” He paused, as if aware that this was little comfort. “But someone has already seen you enter. They may be less restrained.” On the street below, a silver-gray sedan idled in the rain. Jibai thought it had followed his scooter earlier. “This isn't delivery. It's an initiation.” “It's work.” “Do rich people always give threats respectable names?”