In the alleyway, a boy around 18 sat near a dustbin, using an old newspaper as a makeshift seat. He gazed at the restaurant across the street, full of people.
"Grrr... grrr... grr..."
The brown-haired boy's stomach grumbled loudly.
He mumbled, "I was stupid... Olan Moemon is a stupid boy."
He started thinking as the delicious smell of food wafted in. 'Why am I calling myself stupid? I had so much fun burning my bank balance on that gacha game.'
At the corner of the alleyway, a dog was searching for something. When the dog found something to eat, Olan's face turned red, as if steam was coming out of his head. Frustration and anger boiled inside him.
He punched the wall. "Lucky bastard! He found something, and here I am, badmouthing myself."
He was jealous of the dog's life, how easily they could find food or anything.
Looking up at the sunset above the restaurant, he sighed, "How many days have passed since I ran away from home just to become a gamer?"
Grinding his teeth together, he muttered, "Five days. Five f*cking days. I boasted that I'd do this, do that... but I just became a beggar."
"Sob, sob, sob..." He made crying sounds, but no tears came.
"F*cking gacha games. I forgot I was human," he continued, faking sobs. "Just to get a rare ability in my favorite game... I sold my device. No device, no game. Sob, sob."
While he was faking his tears, the same dog returned to the alleyway with a package of bread in its mouth.
"Please, doggy... I'm a stupid idiot, but give me that!" Olan begged, still faking his sobs.
The dog scoffed and ran away, its eyes mocking Olan.
"Lucky bastard..." Olan muttered. "Every dog has its day... my day will come too. Vengeance will be mine."
He sat there, staring at the sky as it darkened.
By nightfall, his eyes were filled with real tears, streaming silently down his face. He remained in his spot, quiet and still. A small box nearby caught his attention—it was filled with two little kittens, meowing softly.
"Meow, meow..."
From the restaurant, a family of three—two parents and a little girl—came out.
The little girl pointed in Olan's direction and said, "Mommy, look how cute! Can I pet them?"
Olan's ears perked up. His tears stopped as he slowly whispered to himself, "The little girl wants to pet me... maybe I'll get to eat something."
"Meow, meow," the kittens cried again, but Olan ignored them, looking at the girl with hope.
She ran toward him, and Olan watched her, thinking, 'Now I'll get something to eat. I'm ready to be petted... this time luck will be mine.'
The girl stopped next to the box and petted the kittens. "Cuties, come with me."
Olan cursed in his mind, 'Damn those lucky cats! Why am I always the unlucky one?!'
Desperate, he tried to join in, imitating the cats. "Meow, meow..."
The girl looked at him, her expression frozen. "Are these your big border cats?"
'Why is she calling me "big border"? Is she trying to say "brother"? Whatever... food is food,' he thought.
Olan nodded. "Yes, do you want to buy them?"
The girl's eyes sparkled. "Okay, big border! How much?"
"One burger, please," Olan replied.
The girl couldn't believe it. She thought the stranger was offering a special deal—buy one, get one free. Excited, she ran to her parents and came back with a package.
"Here, big border!" she said.
'Why does she keep calling me that? Whatever... let's see what's inside,' Olan thought, opening the package. His eyes widened in shock—it wasn't just a burger; there was a pizza and two burgers!
"How lucky I am!" he exclaimed, hugging the girl tightly. "You're a cute angel... no, you're my god!"
He was crying again, this time tears of joy.
"Wait, big brother! I have to go, please let me go!" the girl squeaked.
Olan released her, and she happily took the two cats with her.
After she left, Olan sat back down and devoured his food. Once full, he collapsed on the ground, looking at the moon.
"Waaa... how delicious. My stomach's full. I can sleep peacefully tonight," he said, feeling content.
Suddenly, laughter echoed through the alley. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha! I can't stop laughing! Ha ha ha!"
Olan shot up, alert. He looked around but couldn't see anyone. The laughter was clear, though. He yelled, "Who the hell are you?"
"You're really funny! Ha ha ha!"
"Come out already! It's not funny to laugh at my situation!" Olan shouted, growing more frustrated.
"Guess who I am!" the mysterious voice teased.
Olan furrowed his brow, thinking seriously. "Are you a kidnapper?" he asked.
"Not even close!" the voice giggled.
"Stop messing with me and come out!" Olan demanded. "Tell me what you want!"
A silver light sparkled in front of him, and the voice became sweet and clear. "I am your ultimate skill, Moon Fairy."
A tiny, floating girl appeared before him. Her silver hair shimmered in the starlight, and her red eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she looked at Olan. She looked just like a fairy from one of his games.
Olan's mouth dropped open in shock. A fairy, like something out of a video game, was right in front of him. He was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him.
The fairy smiled. "Prepare yourself..."