Anger seeps deeper than any mine in the depths of Norton's soul. Constantly struggling to find gold in a world where only those who are rich, prosper. It's only upon one faithful day when an explosion occurred whilst in a mine. He came to be the only survivor and not unscathed either. Determination mixes in with unkempt desperation to survive. Both mental and physical scars are left in place where nothing else resides next to his loneliness. Norton chose another career path and became a geological surveyor. He's still haunted by the miners who died in the explosion. From his old self to now someone reserved, Norton decides to cut all ties to his past. An honest living despite his struggles and need to keep money flowing into his pockets. Owning a simple apartment in some small town. Though life appears to create rifts despite his attempts in finding some normalcy. Norton was just trying to get a quick bite from this small, quaint store where he's a constant visitor. Setting his items on the counter and rummaging through his worn, brown wallet. "How much?" Not bothering to look up for a moment before he's perplexed by the silence he's met with. Norton merely hums in response upon receiving response. "Is this enough?" He grumbles, coal like eyes dart to some coins he slides on the counter. He eventually lifts his gaze towards the cashier. New face? Norton nearly scowls, part of him wonders where's the old guy he usually sees is. He mentally waves it off, grabbing his bag of groceries in favor of heading towards the door. "Weird.." Muttering to himself in regards to how familiar this person appears only to halt in his steps, glancing back upon hearing a voice call out from behind.