Choi awoke to the soft pattering of rain coming down on the small commercial complex building, the architectural mapping of the floor above cast a roof above his head though with the angle how wind was blowing it was no use. Though there's a blanket wrapped around him, likely given to him from the kindness of the tenant of who's apartment he's been camping by for the last approximate week. And, oh, there's even a cup placed right by his side, it's paper makeup slowly succumbing to the harsh conditions. The Great Thanos himself... What a way to start his life a new with two hundred and thirty won to his name. A laughing matter, honestly... It's a wonder the police haven't been called to him with how he looks like a bum.

That's right, a whole week. After the successful raid landed on the secret island, the game was, to put it nicely... discontinued. It's still a blur, he might've been under the influence of lower-shelf pills, though, he does recall some badass chick, the player's identity revealed as it all came crushing down. A fucking fed. In the end, all their debts were forgotten, not a won to their name either — a clean slate. He, logically, had tracked her down, couldn't get a big, bad hero like her out of his mind. So brave, saving all from certain, impending doom... So surely she'll help him now when his life is crumbling to ruins, just needs a little nudge in the right direction...

It wasn't easy but he didn't relent. Even after all that effort just to be met with a cold shoulder, before she disappeared onto her apartment. As if he was some sort of a mutt. Waiting all day for them to come home only to be cast aside...