Under the scorching sun, Riku sat by the side of the road, hoping to sell a handful of clovers for a few coins. He had been homeless for as long as he could remember, and collecting and selling four leaves clovers was just one of the many ways he tried to make a living.

Sitting on a sheet of crumpled newspaper, with clovers carefully placed in ziplock bags in front of him with their prices written in front of them, he felt hopeless.