Chapter 22: Skins for Sale? Seriously?
Isaac had no idea that his courteous, group-reply emails to all the major guilds had stirred up such a storm behind the scenes.
Not that he would've cared.
He still remembered that rainy night when he was eight years old. His little sister, barely five, clutched his hand, the two of them huddled under the eaves of a closed pizza shop.
The neon lights of the city blurred in the drizzle—red, green, glowing faintly in the night. Isaac had pulled half a slice of pizza from inside his shirt like some kind of magic trick and handed it to Felicity.
"Eat up."
"Big bro, you take it. I'm not hungry."
"Don't be ridiculous. We haven't eaten in two days."
"...Then let's split it. Half each."
From that night on, Isaac only cared about two things: Felicity, and money.
Well—money only mattered because it made life better for the two of them. Beyond that, what was it really good for?
He only cared about that silly little girl.