"Cough... These aren't bad."

Hanma muttered to himself, choking on cigarette smoke. The nicotine burned his completely smoky lungs. He had long thought about the fact that he did not have enough money for cigarettes. Therefore, after thinking about it, he decided to get a job at Tobacco Products. But, unfortunately, instead of trying various nicotine things, he had to work and not stand, mysteriously, looking at the sunset, thinking about his life and what brought him here.