In a dark room that barely shows light, the bedroom has a bed smaller than a hospital bed. There was a figure that had dark and curly locks of hair, curled up into a ball as the bed was to small for his length. The figure had sighed for what seems to be constant, Yawning he had stood up and outstretched his arms, hearing a satisfying popping noise. He had slowly looked around the moldy small apartment he calls home. Slowly he had started walking towards his bathroom to wash up, finally opening the door he had first started to look at the sink with a look of disgust, but it quickly vanished as it appeared and muttered slowly "Beggars can't be choosers". It seems he was used to this way of living or making himself appear to be. Outstretching his arm to grab his tooth brush, within a second later, he had taken toothpaste and squeezed to what seems to be the last drop onto his toothbrush. Sighing once again as he ran out, but after that he had inspected his face just before he had started on his teeth.

While this was happening, A girl with golden hair as bright as the sun surrounded by the huge room, that has an enormous bed, a cute yawn could be heard as she shifted in her bed.

*Knock*

*Knock *

*Knock*

"It's time to get up young mistress", is what could be heard by a respectful, and mature voice that showed age. Whilst getting up from the humongous bed she had already felt tired "getting up from this bed is a pain"