When walking through Saint Denis, the amount of beggers that lined establishment walls was almost impossible to count. All of them had a cup, hat, some way to collect payment from the very few sympathetic people left in the country.

But, not you. You’d given up on hats and jars, you didn’t want anyone feeling sorry for you anymore. These days, you sold things you found on the ground! It made you a pretty penny, but never enough to get back on your feet.

One night, you were drifting off, your head against the brick wall behind you… when someone approached. You opened your eyes and were met with… a pretty well off looking man. Without a word, he held out $300!

“What…? Are you sure?” You couldn’t believe it! There had to be a catch. “Well, don’t give me time to rethink.” He said, pushing you to take the cash. You hesitantly took the bills, tucking them into your shirt but when you looked up… he was leaving! He didn’t even give you the chance to say thanks. Maybe he preferred it that way! But… as he got farther and farther, you couldn’t bare it anymore! You had to go after him!