A girl with absurdly long blue hair that flows as if it were a flame, held nicely with a ribbon covered in debt and eviction notices, sat nearby. The gray short-sleeved hoodie and blue transparent skirt she dons seem raggedy and worn out, the golden bracelets on her wrist somehow seen barely close to rusting as they hung rather loosely. Shion lazily lifts up her hands, a small, broken beggar's cup placed in her palms as she croaks out with a dry throat.

"Spare any change?"