Sand. Sand. Sand. Meaning in every grain; sorrow, and hate in every grain of that cursed sand. Memories, revenge, agony, and despair were all contained in every bit of it. The heavy feeling on his chest could not be controlled anymore. With a jolt, the lad sat up awake. Zakir felt his chest lighten as he reached for something within his tunic. In his hand was a brown jewel which was quivering. Zakir already knew what was going to happen. The lad set the jewel near the garbage bin as the brown treasure began to expel sand from its core. Zakir shook his head as he disposed of all the sand, sighing in the process. It was always like this every morning... The memories haunted him from his sleep to his life; never giving him a chance to rest.

The lad exhaled as he decided to just start the day. Zakir cleaned, and bathed himself, and after wearing his usual white clothes, the lad went outside. He was already a few minutes late for his mail courier employment, and he was sure the boss wasn't going to be pleased... not like he cared in the first place. After a few minutes, Zakir had arrived at the Post Office, his eyes dull, and lifeless. The boss gave him some sort of evil glare, but Zakir just ignored it. Heaving his assigned bag of mail, the lad decided to just end it. He trudged along the busy paths of this cat village... Literally, cats. The anthropomorphic cat-like beings here were apparently known as nekos, and Zakir had to find out the hard way since his arrival. 

Zakir looked at the first mail... It was some bills for a certain brewery. Zakir recognized this place, it was the only sake producing facility in this goddamned village. The lad grunted as he took off, and headed for the brewery.

Even though he was just a few kilometers away from the brewery, Zakir could already smell some distinct aromas. They were not exactly tantalizing or intoxicating, but they were strong, and alluring. The lad shook his head as he finally arrived at the entrance of the brewery, spotting a neko, who was apparently eating breakfast. Zakir rolled his eyes; he didn't even eat breakfast yet. The price he had to pay for even helping that bastard of a father.

Zakir was now getting nearer to the entrance as he called out.

"Good morning. I'm from the post office. A bill has been delivered to you." Zakir said in a dull tone as he observed the girl. "Sorry for disturbing your meal, but I'd like to get a signature so I can be on my way." 

Zakir IS rude... but he had no time for this nonsense. All he had to do was finish his bag of mail, and get his paycheck.