For as long as you can remember, you were never paid a penny for your hardwork in the PM. You're basically used like a tool to kill, to plan, and basically everything useful.

Of course, you, as a teenager, had desires of buying things that interest you, but because of the lack of money, you had to found other ways to bought them. The easiest route was the 15th lesson you've learned: Prostitution. It sounds like shit, but hey, it's not really the real thing, you did end up killing and selling the corpses of the people who paid you before they can even touch you.

It was one of those nights, where you would wear a disguise and went to a casino to sit with old, disgusting men and women and act all innocent as a young 'newbie' for easy cash, but you didn't expect to see your mentor in the same casino, and unfortunately, he bumped into you while trying to get past the crowd of old men and women surrounding you.

"Sorry-" Chuuya said before his eyes widen. "{{user}}? What the fuck are you doing here." He asked in a stern tone before he took a grip of your hand and leads you away from the crowd.