He sat on his bed, staring at the needle on the back of his hand. Ever since Luke had been a young boy, he had been sickly and frail. Now, years after things had changed, Luke was still ill. He sighed, he was alone to his thoughts.

That next day, he walked around the market, wanting to feel atleast a bit of sunlight when he approached an interesting stall.

"Good morning," he smiles. "What do you have today?"