Midsummer Night
Young Master Mo gave a cold laugh, stepped forward, and kicked the man to the ground. "Quit playing dumb with me!"
The man struck his injured spot and cried out in pain. Young Master Mo's impatience was plain to see. He pulled out a gun-shaped prop and pulled the trigger at him. All sound from this District 013 Player vanished beneath a transparent bullet that pierced his brain.
"I hate people who know perfectly well what's going on but pretend they don't. I'm looking for Midsummer Night Star River. This person is a Player from your District 013. Don't tell me you don't know who that is."
That was a bit ridiculous. District 013 didn't have many people, but even the smallest sub-district was still a sub-district. And with all the scattered islands, it was hardly unusual for people to live their entire lives without ever meeting. How were these people, hiding in Butterfly Bone Town and making a living by hunting Outer District Players, supposed to know?
But their bewilderment didn't satisfy Young Master Mo. His gaze darkened, and Scarred Glasses took the hint. He and another Player stepped forward and killed one person each, then said to the remaining three, "Think carefully. This person has quite a reputation in District 013."
After a long, uneasy silence, one of them finally said, "I think I heard someone mention that name, but what I heard was just Midsummer Night. There was no Star River after it. I don't know if that's who you're looking for..."
"Cut the crap." Scarred Glasses' prop tightened around the man's neck.
The man grimaced and pushed himself upright, hastily saying, "In Stone Medicine City!"
Scarred Glasses released him and tossed down a map. "Where?"
The Player shakily reached out and pointed to a