Control-Fanclub

 "What does money truly mean to a person" Sora asks himself as he brushed his shaggy black hair, idly laying down and staring at a white credit card with the image of a skull above of a six pointed star. The Midas card in Higuchi Sora's hand was proof that he was no stranger to Deals; he had been a part of this twisted game for more than a few months and not once had he left the Financial District unless it was for food. He was infatuated with this world, a world where money was beyond material things. He stared at his card and waited for an answer before giving a sigh. "Going to ignore me are you?" "I'm mad at you?" the card spoke faintly