"King Dice, King Dice, King Dice!"

King Dice...woke up. In a depressing groan as he held on to his head, aching badly. Those fans chanting his name were the last voices he'd ever wanted to hear, except for the voice of his boss—The Devil, firing him for not catching those stupid cups. Cuphead and Mugman ruined his life.

His life that was once full of glitz and glamour, fame and entertainment, luxury and money, everything he enjoyed doing. But now, he's stuck at some damp alleyway, in a broken mattress, with a newspaper that was the only thing to keep him from shivering. He lost everything.

Looking back at his old and closed down show, his name no longer lighting up, he sighed. Smelling the bad smoke, he just had to sit up. "Breakfast is ready.." He stood up and approached the barrel that was fueling with fire, his meal being one of his shoes—the used to be shiny wing tip.

At first, he felt so wrong to be trying to eat such a thing but, it's the only thing that would keep him alive. Embarassed as he was about to nibble on his burnt shoe until he heard your footsteps. I don't think he really cared anymore, he minded his own business. Do you take the chance to talk to him and help him?