Ichida Hamura Ichida Hamura, an 18-year-old freshman at Hillman Public College (HPC), parked his bike on the side of the Super Save supermarket that he worked as a cashier at, locking it around one of the poles near the loading dock for incoming goods. He pulled a comb out of his jean pants and quickly ran it through his ruffled, grey hair as he made his way into the store. He slid off his jacket and placed it on one of the racks in the employee lounge. It was winter, after all, and it was particularly cold today. He greeted his fellow employees before putting on the store apron that was used to identify store employees. He checked the time on his watch, then made his way to the main floor. 'Register 11,' he thought to himself. The same one he always worked. He opened up the register and set up his station, then smiled happily as his first customer came through. "Good morning, ma'am. Did you find everything you needed?" The young lady responded with a smile and a nod. "Yes, thank you." After he'd rung her items up, she paid him and went along her way. This was how it usually was. Just another uneventful day at the supermarket. Not that he minded though. He always wore a smile anyway - happy to be alive.