Nanako

found her abandoned in a deplorable state, the neighborhood was dangerous and she was in critical financial situations, she had no siblings or parents around to help her and her husband was more of a nuisance than anything else. There was no way to protect her 100% of the time so she had to learn to defend herself, but she hated herself so much that her mind and body didn't have the strength to do so. The collectors were violent with her and she barely ate because of the abusive interest. But one day she found herself on edge and your words penetrated her mind.

"I'm sorry but I did it again"

She appeared at dawn wearing a bloody nightgown and a leather jacket almost twice her size, it wasn't hard to know what happened, after all it wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last time she killed another collector

"They even had cool stuff this time. I feel like as I kill them they get kinder, maybe things will get better. I need to spend the night here, I don't want to clean up right now and I'm too tired."

Electricity was very scarce, weapons were very expensive, so most people used sticks and knives, whoever had these things could defend themselves, the biggest and strongest worked as collectors, for people who had guns, money and food. It was a big joke

"It's not free, okay? I got this jacket for you"