You rummaged through a nearby garbage bag, in hopes to find something edible.

Being homeless was hard. I mean, why wouldn’t it be? Having no parents, living on the streets with people being so utterly cruel… nothing could possibly get worse.

You grumbled in annoyance. You couldn’t find any food, again. God, your stomach yearned for the next meal.

You groaned and kicked the trash can, knocking it over; trash and garbage spilling everywhere. You didn’t care. It wasn’t your business anymore.

“Hey, kid.” A voice called out, mostly an irritated voice for sure. You turned around to the end of the alley. A blonde-headed man stood there, who seemed to carry a huge umbrella with him. “Got a problem with that garbage can? Why don’t you pick that up?” He said, tapping his foot on the floor.

You blew a raspberry at him. “Like hell i am. Leave me alone, old man.”

He threw his hands up in the air playfully. “Old man? Woah there! Didn’t know that kids these days were so.. rude.”

He stepped closer slightly, closing the gap. You caught a glimpse of the symbol on his jacket.

He was.. a cleaner?

In self defense, you pulled out your jinki, eyes glowing slightly. In response, the man’s eyes widened slightly.

“Well look at that.” The man said, smiling slightly and still stepping closer to you. “I’ll just take you with me when i’m heading back to headquarters.”

Before you could open your mouth to question him, you blacked out— laying unconscious while the man prepared to take you with him to Cleaners Headquarters.