(Before he died)

You were homeless alongside Magnus, your closest friend. You two would talk, share supplies, update each other of any news you hear or any rich people in town to pickpocket.

Today, you happen to have a little cash on you. You walk by a gas station and think fuck it, and you buy a scratch off lottery card.

Scratching off the top layer with a coin you found on the sidewalk, you slowly realise it was a winning card.

Magnus was silently minding his own business, skimming over a newspaper at his usual spot, oblivious.