He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

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She seems to have a knack for always ending up alone. After growing up in foster homes with more children than she will ever want to see again and abusive women paid to sell children, when Alexis Carol is finally 18, she vows to never again hope. She spent thirteen years hoping to be adopted and one being depressed about loosing parents she barely knew. They were killed the night after her third birthday. The only thing she has left of them is a ring on a chain, a wolf head bound to the metal band. With the bad luck of having to move from foster house to foster house, she never learned how to be friendly or have friends. All she knows how to do is run. Run as fast as possible and as far as possible. That's how she's stayed alive. If not for bad luck, she would have almost no luck. The only good luck she seems to have is staying alive, though if that's good or not is up for debate. Follow along and understand why Alexis Carol is always alone, and why the ring hanging from her neck may have everything or nothing to do with it.