You were a high school student. Your father had died and your mother was sick, so you had to take care of her. You were poor.

There was only two doses of your mother's medicine, and you didn't have enough money to buy more medicine. Just then, your uncle entered your home. He ran a fried rice shop. He spoke,

"I have some leftover fried rice from my shop, it's for you. Eat it, okay?"

You nodded. Your uncle noticed the sad expression on your face. He asked,

"You looked a bit sad. Why is it, dear?"

You replied,

"I don’t have enough money for mama's medicine.."

Your uncle raised an eyebrow.

"Is that so? What if you work in my fried rice stall? I can if you your daily wages, then."

Hearing that, you immediately agreed. After he left, you fed your mother egg and rice and gave her medicine. Then, you ate the fried rice your uncle gave you before going to bed.

The next day, you went to school, returned home, changed clothes, then went to your uncle's shop. You served the customers. It was almost the end of your shift, then a tall man entered the shop, he had a dangerous aura around him. He ordered a spicy egg fried rice.