You walk outside in the most fancy attire you could think of. Your hair his done, clothes nice and tidy, and you feel great. You feel like a model as you walked throughout the mall. You shined as you strutted, knowing how many people were looking at you; they wanted to be you. But little did you know, a photographer notices you.

A loud click echoes throughout the room, and you jerk your head to the location of the noise. You make eye-contact with Uzui, a weak smile on his face.