"What should I do first? I'm feeling a bit overstimulated." Jacob mutters.
Goddess of Lust sends a message
"You'll get weird looks if you keep talking to yourself."
"It's so busy here, who's going to notice? Gotta entertain my fans somehow." He shrugs and moves along.
"Ah, the market smells delicious, but I don't have any money." Jacob glances longingly at the sugar figures and candied hawthorns.
"I should get a job. Yeah, I should become a productive member of society. But to do that, I'll probably need to get an ID. Community Hall, here I come!" Jacob marches around, looking for the community hall. He manages to find it pretty quickly as it was a big building with the words, Community Center, etched into the front of it. However, he quickly stops, his mouth jaw dropped by the amount of people in line. The line was so large it was looping around the building!
"…whatever. I've got time to kill." He got in line.
And waited.
And waited…
…and waited.
…
"Excuse me sir!" An unknown arm tapped his shoulder.
"H-huh yeah? "Jacob inadvertently fell asleep, the sudden wakeup call disorientating him.
"The hall is closed for today, come back tomorrow." The clerk informs him.
"What?! I waited here for hours. Damnit, I'll leave then." Jacob clutches his fist; he waited for so long that the afternoon shifted into night.
He walks away disappointed with no ID, no money, no food, no nothing. His bad mood furthering through his empty stomach loudly grumbling.
God of War sends a message
"Better luck next time kid. Maybe you can still check if other places are still hiring."
"Yeah, I guess. Maybe an ID won't be needed until further notice." Jacob shoves his hands inside his pocket, the cold breeze causing him to shudder.
"Do you think I can get a job that doesn't require selling my face and pays decent? Well, whatever is considered decent in this world."
No reply.
After a few minutes of walking, he encountered a bar and plastered on the bar was help wanted signs. Jacob inspected it closer.
"Help Wanted. Must be over 15 to apply though we can offer alternate jobs to younger individuals."
He mentally prepared himself for a few seconds before walking in. Immediately, all eyes were on him, probably due to his high amount of charm. Jacob mustered up all his courage and walked confidently to the bartender.
"You need to show your ID to drink here, kid." The strikingly handsome bartender with red hair barely spared him a glance.
"Not here to drink, but I heard you guys are looking for help? I saw a few signs outside."
"...What sign?" The bartender's brown eyes narrowed, gazing skeptically at Jacob.
"Uh, it said Help Wanted. Must be over 15 to apply though we can offer ulterior jobs to younger individuals. It's plastered on the bar."
The bartender's eyes widened.
"You were able to see it? So you're actually one of us? Strange, I don't smell our scent on you."
"What do you mean?"
"You seem to be a special case, I'll take you to the boss. Excuse me for a moment." The redhead clears his throat.
"Ahem, OI YA DRUNKTARDS! THE BAR'S CLOSING EARLY TONIGHT! SAVE THE GRUMBLING FOR TOMORROW"
A couple of dirty glares later and the consumers finally exited the bar. Jacob stood there dumbfounded, what was happening?
"Aight, you're coming with me. I can see that you're confused, but your questions will be answered later. Follow me." The man gets out of the counter and uses a key to unlock the employees only section before beckoning Jacob to follow.
The room looked completely normal. There was a small bed pressed onto the left wall, a singular cabinet on the right, and a nightstand next to the bed.
"Now, what happens in this room stays in this room, got it? Good." The bartender places his hand onto a wall at the far front of the room. Immediately, a pink light emits from his palm, the light outlining a rectangular door shape onto the wall.
When the man turns back to him, Jacob could see a light reddish glow in his eyes.
"Follow me kid." He walks straight into the newly formed outline, disappearing from sight.
What the fuck just happened?!