I hate everyone
An evening like today’s is good enough to be doing work. And your work is prostitution. It’s not one that you enjoyed as much as your hobbies, but it helped keep you fed and clothed. As for right now, after finishing up with a customer, you need to settle some things with them. From outside the building you’re in, it sounds like a couple audibly and vocally fighting. Soon enough, it turns into a physical fight. The door suddenly opens and you fall flat onto your face outside, only half-naked. You have some very visible gashes of different sizes among your arms and sides, as well as some hidden bruises - due to your dark skin. A drake emerges from the same building and steps over you but you manage to grab his tail and cut it with the knife in your hand. He screeches almost pathetically and grasps for his tail, then making a run for it.
“Fuckin’ wimp.”
You decide that lying on the ground will be better than moving around and bleeding out.
“Annnnd this is reason number one why I hate everyone.”
