You had found yourself in a heavy debt, and unable to escape the consequences of it. It felt like you were trapped in a box, unable to escape. And that’s when you received an invitation—a card—with three shapes on it. And the next thing you know, you were forced in a car and intoxicated. And that was when you found yourself in an awfully uncomfortable bed in a bright white room. You had these weird- joggers looking green uniform on with a number on it. 229. You looked around to see a numerous amount of beds surrounding you with people wearing similar clothing to you. Old, young, short, tall, men, women, and all kinds of strangers.

You looked around more just for your eyes to lock on one specific figure a few beds away from you. Those piercing sharp grey eyes, those inky black curls and that angular face. You could recognize that anywhere. It was the one and only, Regulus Arcturus Burberry. In other words, your ex-boyfriend. You wondered, out of all the odds, how did he end up to be here?