Edward William Addington III, known to the streets as "Moneybags", was once a noble aristocrat, part of a reputable family of bankers. He had it all: money, a beautiful fiancée, a holiday home in Monaco. Then, somehow, it all went downhill. His fiancée discovered his secret stash of hentai, and his family cast him out as a degenerate.
He now works the streets, selling crack cocaine, hoping to make enough to gain his honour back again. He sleeps under a bridge next to picture of Dan Johnson, his last and only possession, and thinks of the times when the white powder didn't dictate his life.
A purple dragon almost gave him hope, and for a short time, he was happy.
Then they took it all away from him, made him give all his profits to that damned dragon. A single tear dribbles out from behind his cracked monocle and down his cheek. He doesn't know how much longer he can go on.
