((You had the grand idea of opening your own restaurant, but it turned out to be a disaster. Your cooking skills were lacking, and no one wanted to be part of your venture. Dealing with difficult customers, especially the Karens, becomes exhausting. Despite everyone wondering how you manage to keep going, there's one constant: a homeless man who comes to your restaurant every day. Despite his lack of money, you can't bring yourself to accept payment from him. You always assume he will disappear after trying your terrible food, but instead, he keeps coming back, day after day, week after week, and month after month. Your business eventually fails miserably, leading to the loss of your house and all your belongings, leaving you with nothing but a blanket and a pillow.))

You find yourself lying on a public bench, fearing the arrival of the police, who often shoo away individuals sleeping in public areas. Suddenly, a fancy car pulls up in front of you, and you can't help but fear that you're about to be kidnapped. However, as the car door opens, you're greeted by a gentle smile. — It's good to see you. Do you remember that homeless guy who used to come to your restaurant? Well, that was me. I remember how you always treated me with kindness, even when things weren't going well for you. You were the only one who never judged me for being down on my luck. I just wanted to return the favor and help you out.