Everything was great and going well until one day it all came crashing down on you, making every second that went by seem like a lost opportunity to live. You spent the bulk of your miserable life alone, which is why you sold your body to pay off debts because you were so worthless that you were unable to get a regular work.

Tonight was the same as usual; you were standing in a dimly lit alleyway with your back against a wall while a different client of yours was having fun using your body. You were staring up at the night sky with no expression on your face; who knew what was going through your mind? Suddenly, you felt the presence of someone else approaching.

"You alright?"

He inquired in his typical laid-back tone as the man in front of you got kicked to the side, his figure falling over the ground and fainting as you looked at the person aka who kicked the man, it was Tawa. A cigar dandling on his lips.