Hugo dragged his feet back to his dorm room, his face locked in a grim frown like someone who'd just watched their entire life savings get flushed down the toilet.
He wasn't even thinking about where he was going; his mind was completely consumed by the horrifying numbers rattling around in his head.
"$50,000," he thought bitterly. "Fifty thousand dollars. How do you even mess up this bad in one week?!" He groaned, running a hand through his hair.
"No, wait—it's not even a full week! Just a few days ago, I was normal. And now? I'm a guy with a barely-fixed Benz, a bank account that looks like a joke, and enemies who might still be plotting to run me over. Fantastic, Hugo. Just fantastic."
He shoved his hands into his pockets and glared at the sidewalk like it had personally offended him.
