Artemis POV

After a few months, the money I was living on was finished and there was nobody to help me. The rent of the studio I was staying in expired and the owner began to give me issues. In the long run, he sent me packing out of the studio.

Life became so complicated and a living hell for me. I barely eat a burger per day.

I slept on the street with nobody to save me. “I remembered the fateful day when my Landlord sent me out; it was the most pathetic day of my life.”

“I walked through the dusty, quiet street, my feet aching from the...