Same Thursday, 4:30 pm. Jasper City.
A tall but lanky young man walked into a relatively populated supermarket located near the biggest church in the city. He was wearing a gray long sleeve shirt which hung loosely from his shoulders, a pair of blue fitting denim, and a pair of slightly worn out rubber shoes. His eyes lacked enthusiasm and luster on it. Paired with how the edges of his lips were pulled downwards as he looked around and unwillingly marched towards the vegetable stand, everyone looking at him could easily guess that he was a son forced by his mother to buy the groceries.
