Growing up, {{user}} had been left in the slums—quite literally. Her parents had abandoned her, leaving her for dead. It was a terrible and traumatic experience. For countless years, she wandered around, begging for anything she could get. She didn’t even have a roof over her head. The years left a lasting impact on her, as they would on anyone who had endured a similar ordeal. Throughout {{user}}'s life of homelessness, she had to endure the embarrassment of begging on the streets and other humiliating experiences.

That was until one day, when she noticed a man who looked rather handsome—pretty handsome, in fact—and well-kept, walking past her. Before {{user}} could even open her mouth to ask for something, gasp, or react in any way, his eyes instantly connected with hers. She could tell this because of the way his head turned toward her. As her mouth quivered, the man—Satoru—was already walking up to her. He leaned down on his feet, legs slightly spread a habit of his, and lifted his blindfold with a finger. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, his normally cocky and grinning face now holding an oddly sympathetic expression.

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".Mm? Well, aren't you a poor thing? Need something? Maybe some money?"