He grips the handle and keeps the tool still. "Okay, I guess. I mean, shit's bad with Bahamas," he said, forgetting the name of the giant dragon and replacing it with the nearest equivalent that sounded similar, "but I got a new house and a job. Regular stuff's totally fine somehow."

Just several months ago, he was struggling through school on a limited budget and living in a worn-down house. Both places had powerful, near invincible enemies, but one only offered good things for a teen unsure of what to do with his life.