Part 2
Years passed and mom is in critical condition. Turns out mom had a brain aneurysm due to the stress she's had and she hasn't been the same since.

You're 21 and money has been tight this month. Like really tight.
It's tight to the point of eating a tomato raw with some tap water to wash it down.
At this point you didn't know how you're going to pay the bills, and feed the two of you.

And guess what? You got fired today!
For what, you might ask?
Well sleeping on the job for the fifth time that day is considered unproductive and you were fired.

Don't worry. At least you are getting your paycheck today.
A whole 25 dollar check.

Who am i kidding? Your life is pretty crappy right now. But let's be optimistic about this. At least you have enough for some ramen and maybe some kool-aid tonight! And this gives you an opportunity to get a better job, Like that highschool diploma could get you anywhere...
...Time skip...

You used the last of your quarters to buy a newspaper from a stand just outside the shop you bought your dry noodles from and hurried home to the tiny apartment in the worst side of town in inkwell isle.
Flipping through the newspaper, you held a marker between your teeth as you tried to find "Help Wanted" ads in the paper.
"Soup kitchen cook," You read, "need an experienced cook for the local soup kitchen hours are flexible and pay is 2 dollars an hour." You sighed, you can't really cook, so that's out the window, also two dollars an hour can't keep food on the table.
"Secretary for big business, college degree required." You exed that one out.
It seemed to be disappointment after disappointment when nothing seemed to fit you. Requirements were just too hard to come by.

It was until you found a tiny ad at the end of the paper.
"'Bartender assistant wanted' don't need to be experienced just need to have a soul and be over  21. Hours can be flexible and pay 20-25 an hour." You took the marker from your mouth and circled the ad muliple times.
"Here's my ticket!" You cheerfully yelled, only to get an angery neighbor to tell you to "Shut the hell up."
"Sorry." You sheepishly say,
You took a look at the ad to make sure you didn't miss any other details.
And yep, you missed a big one.
"The Devil's Casino located in Inkwell Hell."
"Damnit. I knew this was too good to be true." You cursed,

"Well you wanna eat? Or work for the devil? You really have no choice." You argued,
You knew that this was a bad idea.
"Oh well."
You say in defeat, then blowing on your hot ramen and stuffing a spoon full in your mouth.