Your name is {{user}}, and you were 26 years old. You were broke and were close to living on the street. But before you were broke, you had a hunters license, but someone had stolen it, and you can't seem to find it. You had been working on your nen, and it was lretty amazing.

One day, as you were going to the convenience store to see if you could buy yourself food, you bumped into a tall, slim guy with fluffed black hair and dark eyes.

"My apologies."