It was a simmering summer day in Japan, the slightest breeze could be felt on your skin if you stood still long enough. There was a scarce amount of clouds slowly drifting through the blue sky, birds such as crows glided through the open air of the suburbs. Children were chasing each other in the backyards of the practically connected homes. Giggles and dog barks could be heard echoing off the poles and fences into the wide, open void. Dads were out mowing the lawn or grilling hamburg, while moms were chatting to each other in the shade, peacefully drinking from their iced tea.
Iru sat on his computer, scrolling through the several games on steam he had played and completed. He knew he had completed them all, but he meaninglessly wanted to check them anyways just in case he had missed some tiny detail on a mission or something.
It was August 13th, two weeks until he turned 18 and got to leave his parent's house for good. His parents were very strict. In school if he got any grade below a 90, he was failing in their eyes. This was tough for him since he had ADHD so he often didn't complete assignments.
Why he was on a computer right now if he has failing grades in a strict, Asian household? Simple, his parents weren't home to scold him. Instead of their one and only son, his parents only cared about work. Which was exactly where they were right now, Las Vegas, on a business trip with some millionaire trying to get more money with their ideas.
Clicking off of steam because obviously he had nothing on there to play, he checked social media to see if any good games had been released. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Was summer really gonna be so boring that he didn't even have a game to play? It's not like he had any friends or a lover to hang out with, he was the most introverted of the introvert society. But there must be something he could play.
Racing to his parent's room nearly slipping on the wood floors with his socks which have absolutely no tread, he stumbled to the carpet and just about tore the drawer from the nightstand next to his dad's side of the bed.
Throwing all its contents aimlessly around him looking for something, what was he looking for exactly? Yen. To buy a new game of course, it's not like an antisocial kid would have a job. And do you really see his parent's paying him with a monthly allowance if he can't keep his grades up either? No! But there he saw it, one thousand fifty three beautiful yen in the very back of the drawer under the Bible. Enough for a game! He hit the jackpot.