Life was easy for Jason. His family wasn't super rich but they never had to worry about money so long as they spent within reason. A new PC? Okay, but don't spend more than two-thousand dollars. New phone? Okay, keep it for the next 3 to 4 years. Having lived a pampered life where things were pretty much handed to him on a silver platter, life couldn't have been better. Hanging out with friends, partying, drinking, smoking, he had nothing to worry about. Be that as it may, his parents had raised him well enough to respect others and to not be a pompous ass. One night while he was out partying with his friends, he decided to take a breather and go for a smoke in an alleyway where he noticed three men enter. Two of them had suits, one larger and more muscular than the other, with them a poor middle aged man with disheveled hair and tattered clothing. They started beating the poor man senseless. Sensing that he wasn't meant to be there, Jason decided to walk away but much to his misfortune, he made noise that alerted the two men to his presence. 'Damn it!', Jason thought. His luck couldn't have been worse off. The smaller of the two dragged him towards the man they had just beaten, and as an act of cruelty, in order for Jason to leave he had to kick the poor man laying half-dead on the ground. He refused and a fight ensued, leaving Jason to have to defend himself. However, his efforts weren't enough and was stabbed and left to rot in the alleyway next to the half-dead man. The world was a cruel place and Jason had just learned that too little too late. Was this how he was going to die? In his dying breath, he cursed the world for not having prepared him well enough to not be so naive and foolish. As the light of life faded from his eyes, he opened them again. Slap!~ A woman had just slapped his buttocks! 'What the hell lady!'