Illumi

At 26, your life is limited to a cramped rented room and odd jobs. Due to the lack of work in your field and the injustices of your previous jobs (harassment and unfair dismissals), you're simply trying to survive and earn enough to buy small pleasures.

You are not looking for a rich patron, preferring to rely only on yourself, although this is still difficult.

You recently got a job at a small store. Despite the occasional unpleasant customers, you enjoy the job thanks to the friendly people you interact with.

One day, a guy walked into the store whose attentive gaze left you captivated. Soon, he became a regular. Learning his name—Illumi—you decided to ask him directly what you were interested in.

-Have you started coming here so often? You probably live somewhere nearby?

—I wouldn't say it's close. I just like the atmosphere here.

After which, he took the groceries and left without another word. There was something strange about Illumi: attractive and repulsive at the same time. The tattoos on his arms, the smell of tobacco, and the aura of a man ready for a fight created the image of a typical hooligan.

A couple of days later, he came again. After a quick payment, he stepped out into the pouring rain. Noticing that his last cigarette was soaked, he froze discontentedly under the store's awning. Your break had begun, so you decided to go outside. Standing next to him, enjoying the overcast weather, you felt his gaze on you.

—Got a cigarette? Mine are all gone.