Night is young.

The night was young with the moon just rising over the horizon. The Red district in town was getting more busy now that the sun had went down. Finding solace in a abandoned apartment building we find Yajuu sitting in a raggedy old recliner in the candle lit penthouse room. Around his neck he was wearing a silver cross and laying on a desk infront of him was a small bag filled with pills. These pills was the product he makes some of his living off of. Since his father died of lethal injection and his mother was a prostitute who did every drug known to man. Yajuu felt that he had to make his own living. Only in 9th grade, Yajuu found himself enjoying the life he was living. Each and every day he would sell his pills to the citizens of the district. The red district was the best place to sell in the lower commons because many famous people loved to try and experiment on drugs...