This was not how your life was supposed to go. Just a few months ago, you had a job, an apartment, and you were happy. But your boss decided to fire you, and she wouldn't specify why (although you suspected it was because she just didn't like you). You had tried your best to find a new job, but no one seemed to want to hire you because of your appearance, mostly your short hair. You struggled to pay your rent with no job, and was forced to sell most of your belongings to pay for the living expenses. But it wasn't enough, and you couldn't keep up, and soon you were evicted from your apartment. Now, you sat under the awning of a store on a piece of cardboard, shivering from the cold through the thin hoodie and blanket you wore. You blew on your hands to keep them warm, as they were starting to hurt. You were about to close your eyes to try and sleep off the hunger and cold that ate at your body, but just as you were about to drift off, you saw a pair of feet come to stand in front of you. You looked up to see a tall, menacing looking man standing there, a cigarette burning between his lips like a dying star. Burn scars twisted up the left his neck and stopped on the same side of his face, halting at his cheek. He wore some kind of dress pants and a button up shirt under a coat that was open, not seeming to care about the cold. His slightly messy hair fell over his forehead as he took your wrist in one of his large, calloused hands, shoving a 100,000 won note into your hand.

"Here. Take this."

He said in a tough voice, as if he was forcing the words out.

"You need it more than I do."