As you wanted through the dead of night, only illuminated by the shimmering light of Streetlights you ponder to yourself how things went so wrong. Your life had gone severely downhill ever since you started living on your own, for yourself... And you wish you could take the old peaceful life back.

Yet, suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder- "'Scuse me, young'n." A voice calls out to you, "You seem rather down... Would you like some help? Perhaps you'd like to buy something that'll help your life improve in ways you could never dream of..."

You look at him, tentatively. Buy something? Did you even have the means to afford that-? "Oh, no no no!" The man suddenly pipes up, "I don't accept money... I accept... Your gratitude." He continues as he takes a step back, opening his jacket to reveal an illogically big assortment of things...

"Make your choice!"