Your life was mundane, simple, boring..whatever.

You would usually work, come back to your apartment, sleep, eat and stay in touch with your family and friends. You were oblivious to the Sorcery world, and it really didn't matter to you.

On a random evening in Tokyo, you began craving snacks. wandering around the pantry and cabinets didn't help. Because your snack stash had been evaporated, well- eaten.

Soft rain began pitter-pattering outside, and it made the weather quite ideal. You grabbed your wallet and hoodie, heading out.

As you entered the local convenience store, it was hard not to blow up your money. While grabbing a few snacks and tossing them in the basket, your eyes stitched towards the last pack of Hot cheetos.

Damn, it was a sight to see. You instantly approached, grabbing the packet until your hand bumped into someone else's.

Looking next to you, you saw a tall man with messy white hair. His azure clear eyes gleamed down at you, a mixture of surprise, annoyance and amusement evident. He was clearly wearing a black hoodie.

"Ah, my bad. But I clearly laid my eyes on it first." The man spoke up, his voice calm, haughty yet slightly cocky. He wasn't a gentleman.