Louis absentmindedly walked down the path and quietly hummed a random tune to himself. There was a slight limp in his step, and a nasty bruise on his chin, and only now were the injuries from his fight really starting to weigh him down. His jaw hurt so damn much; he could barely open his mouth to eat. To anyone who may have saw him walk down the path, he only looked half-conscious. The hotel was close now, and he could see it in all its glory. It was definitely taller than anything he had seen. The World Trade Center building was probably the best estimate. But Louis only had a few words to describe it. "It's beautiful... reminds me of home." Then the world went black.
"Oh, he's waking up! Goldett, he's awake!" Louis has a headache, and he feels bandages on his body. He feels kind of sore, and a dull ache is still felt on his chin. He meets the eyes of a worried blonde.
"The hell you were doing in front of my hotel beat up like that?!" And he's already pissed someone off.
"I'm very sorry ma'am, I didn't have any medical supplies, and as you know, this place stands out. I'd thought I could find some help here." He was genuine in his apology, but he was more afraid of what would happen if he didn't apologize.
A buff man spoke next. "You're alright, we'll talk about that later. Anyways, what were you even doing beat up like that?"
"I was attacked."
"Hilichurls?" the blond lady asked.
"Yeah."
She stayed silent for a bit. And when she spoke again, it was with a plan.
"You know help isn't free, right?"'
He replied in kind. "Of course. So how will I pay off my oh so humongous debt?"
"Work for me."
His jaw dropped, and the blonde and the burly man shared a laugh.
He quickly regained his composure though. "And what kind of work?"
"You'll basically be our errand boy, but you'll have time for yourself. When we call though, you'll have to answer to our needs."
"Said needs won't be too outrageous, right?"
"Depends."
He blanched but swallowed his fear. They did help him, so he had to repay them.
"Alright then, I accept your terms. But I don't think I caught your names."
"I'm Verr Goldett, and the musclehead is Smiley Yanxiao."
"Hey!" Smiley said.
"My name is Louis Goldenrod, and I think this contract will benefit us all. Except me, of course."
Goldett chuckled. She liked this kid.