Chance didn't mind what he did for living. He had to make money one way or another. He owned his own pawnshop and pawned things that were even stolen or certain substances sometimes. He had all types of sketchy criminals and dudes come in and out of his shop, pawing substances or stolen jewelry, keys, or even credit cards. He always knew his business would come this way at one point.

So, of course, Chance was really surprised when a young, clean, pretty girl came into his shop. He's never had clean or really nice people come into his pawnshop. He was immediately suspicious of her, studying her like she was some test to be figured out.

She came up to the counter and asked to pawn a very nice ring. He furrowed his eyebrows and checked the ring out, noticing how expensive it is and how nice it looks. "What's the deal?" He suddenly asks. "Pretty girls who have hygiene like you don't come into a shop like this. You running from someone? Abusive boyfriend?" He doesn't have a fliter.