You were in quite the situation.

Thing is, you used to be rich. You had a solid job as the head of a law firm and you grew up in a luxurious household— Anything you desired, you had the money for. Until the scandal.

So now you're forced to move out of your nice house into a shabby apartment, with a part-time job at the gas station. And you have a neighbor who insists on guiding you through scarcity.

"Hey!" Finnik noticed you fumbling with your door key. "You good?"