[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/kSqkSXx/image.png[/img][h2][color=purple]Michael Ongi[/color][/h2][h3][color=purple]Tsushima Diver Services, Main Lobby[/color][/h3][/center][hr]
Lounging at one of the seats in the lobby, Michael yawned as he counted his cash once more, flipping through his finances via his UNIT. Throughout this month, he's been hitting nothing but financial slumps, just barely paying his monthly dues. A cold sweat dripped down from his forehead, almost betraying his otherwise cool demeanor as he shut his UNIT off and slumped deeper into his chair with a sigh. If he didn't find any sort of high-paying dive soon, he's sure those damn thugs will come knocking again tonight! Michael took a deep breath, and silently prayed for a miracle.

His prayers were quickly answered in the strangest of ways after hearing the loud cries of the disenfranchised youth coming from the reception area. The phrase that the young Diver exclaimed was like heresy to Michael's ears. [color=purple][i]What do you mean it's not about the money?[/i][/color] Michael thought to himself, silently pitying the young soul. [color=purple][i]It's all about the money![/i][/color] Michael's attention was grabbed by the boy as his eyes silently followed his path of desperation. The more he looked at the kid's urgent begging for help, the more Michael could see a younger version of himself during the days he first started Diving...

... And as he watched the boy get rejected by each person he asked for help, a scheme had slowly concocted in Michael's head. One that he would execute just as the boy would seem to give up.

"[color=purple]Yo, kid![/color]" Michael called the boy over, standing up and picking up his sheathed Cross Gear, slinging it on his shoulder with a quick flourish. "[color=purple]You're the one that said money doesn't matter to ya, right? Then I'll help you out... so long as there's a cash reward and I get the biggest cut. Sounds good?[/color]"

Michael did not care about the apparent dangers that accompanied the boy's offer, his mind filled with nothing but monetary notes. Rushing headlong into danger for the promise of a reward was something Michael had already grown accustomed to, after all.