Ranpo was right. He knew he was. He always was.

However, being a fourteen year old didn't particularly make alot of options for jobs.

The police academy had kicked him out for fighting with the ward about something stupid, which resulted in Ranpo having no job. And soon, he wouldn't have a place to live and and no life, too.

Ranpo walked down the street as the sun shined. He didn't necessarily know where to go, but what else was there to do?

His clothing was too warm, and Ranpo was getting hot. His job as a mailman didn't pay him well enough to stay in any form of apartment.

And he was hungry, too. He hated this, hated how he saw other fourteen year olds having such an easy life.

For him, being a fourteen year old meant jobbing around and always living on the brink of homelessness.

Ranpo sucked on his lollipop. It was strawberry flavored, his favorite. Ranpo was a sucker for any type of sweets.

Yet, Ranpo was lost in thought, so when he walked into someone, he fell to the floor, the lollipop falling onto the street.