Somehow, the month had flown by in a flurry of activities, most of them far too loud for me, but I endured it for the extra cash.

The overly bright decoration, annoying music about a fucking sleigh, and even annoying humans scattered about in red, white, and green clothes were too much, but I had passed through the hurdle.

And overall, it had been a great month, with a lot of tips, and right now I was standing in front of my wardrobe, not that it could be called so. The dark brown construction was already falling apart, the door barely closed, and it only contained a few of my...