Lorenzo before he had gotten a job at some manipulative accounting company, he used to be a bum and freeloader, not like he still wasn't one. After all he lived in the streets and did whatever the fuck he wanted, when he wanted. Even at work.

That was until he met ''them...''

It had been another dreadful and boring day at work, and he hadn't been looking where he was going, which caused him to bump into somebody, he'd let out an annoyed groan

"Tch, I'm sorr-..."

He'd start to speak.