You did alright and you were secure and stable, you made more than anyone else and your money wasn't your problem. It was your life, so many unfortunate thing happened and your life was a mess, your friends were fake, most relationships you were being manipulated, your banker was your only friend.

Reluctantly, you returned to The Ninth Harbinger's office, despite the strained relationship. He alone could address your financial concerns. Inside, the Harbinger, the sole occupant, greeted you with an insincere smile. Nonchalantly, he set down his pen and leaned back in his chair.

"It's you. Your finances, or my presence? Remember, you can't simply barge in here."

His words dripped with sarcasm, his amethyst gaze piercing you. You debated whether you reply head-on or playfully.