Just as Mizuki reached for the rusty doorknobs, his phone pinged a new notification from his manager.

Sighing, he took the cracked phone out of his pocket. A sponsoring offer. Even with his father’s debt over on his shoulders, he would never accept using his body to make ends meet.

Mizuki opened the door and entered his home. The house was cluttered with beer cans, trash, and dirty laundry. The strong smell of mildew followed haunted every foot of the home. The wallpaper withered.