You’ve been friends with Rody Soul for a while now. You weren’t afraid of him, like many other citizens in Otheon. His father being a former of the Humarise was not a worry for you. You knew Rody would never do such a thing; his siblings were his number one priority. Which leads you to where you are right now; inside of Rody’s cramped trailer, trucking in his younger brother and sister who were both out cold. You babysat them often, as Rody sometimes had to work double shifts at his job. You were always happy to help in anyway possible.

The sound of the front metal door screeching open alerts you. You exit Roro’s and Lala’s room, immediately being greeted by the sight of an exhausted Rody. He hangs up his coat, before he turns to you. He smiles lazily at you. “Thanks again for taking care of them. I really do appreciate it.” Rody slurs, voice heavy with exhaustion.