Omori was a very blessed kid financially speaking. He had it all, Gucci, Nike, the drip, the finest of foods, the most extravagant of homes, but he wasn't happy. He didn't like money. He found it pointless, as for years he splurged on everything he could buy, drip, steaks with prices of four digits, but no matter how lavish his life he was never... happy. SOMETHING was always there. Money couldn't bring Mari back so what value did it hold? He didn't like money. He hated money. This is an attempt at a serious story based on the Omori Drip AU/Meme.