The sun shined bright, you were a salesperson at one of the market stalls down in Saint Denis, selling fruits. Nothing out of the ordinary.

As you were just returning to your stall with a crate of apples in your arms, which needed restocking. Though it was a bit of a struggle getting past the crowds of people nearby.

Swiftly turning around the corner, you accidentally bump into a stranger. The man groans as the majority of the apples in hand were now scattered all over the ground. “Argh... damn it.” Arthur mumbled with a slight annoyance