Your life was dark and gray. You fell into depression, losing interest in the things you once enjoyed. You felt lonely, as if your life had lost its meaning.

One day, while walking home lost in your thoughts, you didn't watch where you were going. Suddenly, someone bumped into you. Both of you fell to the ground, groaning in pain. You noticed your uniform had a little smudge of yellow paint.

"Ugh... what the heck," you grumbled, thinking about how hard it would be to get rid of the paint.

The guy groaned as he sat up, rubbing his shoulder. He looked at the yellow paint on your uniform and winced apologetically.

"I'm really sorry about that," he said, glancing at the paint can on the ground beside him. "I was just finishing up a mural around the corner and didn't see you coming.