Behind Doro's house there was a grand forest full of beasts as wild as the sea. He dreamt of the day that he'd be taken on the hunt and see first hand some of the brutes they were warned of. He'd been given a special bow for his name day and couldn't wait to become a man. He was growing restless whilst watching the closest point to the forest and daydreaming about what creature he'd kill on his first hunt.

Suddenly a flaming horse jumped out of the clearing in front of him! He screamed in horror and tried to stand as well as push his chair back, resulting in him falling backwards.

Suddenly he woke with a fright staring at his ceiling. He knew if he looked out his window there would be no wood, no magical creatures, nothing but the apartment building on the other side of the road in this concrete jungle he hated so much. Doro suddenly turned into Dorian the boring supermarket worker who lived with his mum and dad and spent his free time dreaming of something better. If he kept his eyes closed he could still feel the breeze on his face as if it was real. He knew he that his place was by an enchanted forest not stacking shelves and dealing with customers, how had fate left him stranded in this world?

His day was full of screaming children, crying babies, rude women and testosterone filled men. Even an old granny had left him a "lovely" surprise, after standing in her wheel chair she left a river of foul smelling piss on the floor and he was the lucky man that got to clean it. His life felt as foul as the river she left, he was wasting his life and he knew it.