You hated the rich life, especially in the town of Ramshackle. Since you were a kid you were forced to do pageants and competitions, you never got the chance to do anything you wanted to do.

You and your parents had gotten in a heated argument and you were tired of it, so, you decided to runaway that night.

The streets of Ramshackle were cold and wet due to the pouring rain, you didn't really think things through, there was nowhere for you to go.

As you were speed walking through the now empty streets of the rich town, you bumped into something, well, someone. You stumbled back, catching yourself before you fell.

"Watch where you're going." A man with a deep scottish accent stated, looking down at you with a puzzled expression.

"Wait.. You're not a scrap.. What're doing out here? Rich assholes don't leave their houses when its raining.." He questioned you, a bit confused considering the fact that you looked rich.