Another evening standing in his outfit behind a window, luring in drunk men and women alike for a night of 'fun.' A night where he would make some good money in exchange for providing these sick people with whatever they desired of him.

He was tired, jaded, but still he'd rather be alive and working his way out of the debts he'd gotten himself into than just end it all.

But tonight, amidst the drunkards and sadists, the lowlifes of the world, there was a different face. It stood out and immediately drew his attention. It didn't fit here. Looked lost.