A young man sits in a bar, trying to drown his sorrows in booze. He turned 29 this year, with his average looks and scars all over his body. He is wearing the same black suit he wore on the day of his younger brother's burial.

"This stupid little kid with his with his stupid luck gets himself killed by some thugs!"

John sighs as he downs his whiskey. His brother was always the lucky one and John loved his brother. But he just couldn't stand how lucky one person can be. He can't even remember a time where his little brother got anything less than the main prize when he got into competitions.

But he would've done everything for his brother. He even took over their debt from their gambling father who left them so that his brother would have a fulfilling life. John can't even count how often he had been beaten up by loan sharks.

But now his brother is dead and six feet under, and everything in John's life is now miserable.

John paid the bill and left the bar, walking to the train station. But just before he made up his mind to jump into the train tracks, his cellphone rang.

"Hello, Mr. Smith? This is Eva Langley, speaking from Virtec Inc. Your brother won our lottery and chose you as the recipient of his prize. Could you please tell me your address for the prize?"